I am now working full-time, which is so exciting and pretty much my dream job. I feel so lucky- exactly two years ago I set foot in Tokyo with my little polka-dot backpack (I'll never forget that), moving in that awful (yet awesome) shared house, and just trying this whole freelance writing thing. It came at a cost, but I worked hard and I'm so grateful I've been offered such amazing opportunities in this city that once terrified me.
Two years later, life has changed and the memories of the shared house and its surrounding lifestyle have faded, but I'm nonetheless happy I went through that. Somehow everything I've done, even though they seemed like bad ideas at the time (shared house, working jobs I hated, writing for free) all led me to where I am now. Sounds extra cliché I know, but that's just how things worked out.
In other news, I received the best gift- a Fujifilm Instax mini camera, which produces Polaroid-like prints. It's a candy-like yellow hue, and it's such a fun toy. I also treated myself to a Pon de Ring at Mr Donut, I'm sure my gym trainer wouldn't approve, but it's my guilty pleasure. I swear I never liked doughnuts before I came to Japan, what happened? Could it be the cupcake shortage?
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