That same feeling of comfort and familiarity. Pancakes, strawberries, and sunny bike rides alongside rice fields and mountains. Knowing Shikoku will always be my first home in Japan, and the place I feel most comfortable in. Perhaps in the midst of escaping boredom and hard feelings for the big bad city of Osaka, I forgot that Shikoku is the place where my love story with Japan truly began to unfold, and is home to some close friendships and my favourite people. I love any excuse to go to back there, as it is so soothing for the soul. Osaka may be lively, fun-filled, bright and flamboyant, but sometimes a girl misses her rice fields, mountains, and the sounds of crickets. Only for a day... or two.