I felt sad coming home to Tokyo, especially late on a cold winter night and without hot water in my apartment. Somehow a single wire was disconnected outside, which caused me quite the panic attack. Thankfully I was able to fix it with some help over the phone, and now I appreciate hot water more than ever. I kept thinking I would have to boil water then mix it with my iced water to bathe. In any case, most neighborhoods are equipped with a local sento (bathhouse) as traditionally many homes did not have a bath. I live one block away from the sento, but I haven't tried it yet. I think I'm intimidated by all the elderly people I see frequenting it.
In other news, I've now been living in Asia for six years. SIX YEARS. Not consecutive, but I started this very blog exactly six years ago when I moved to Korea. Oh, how things have changed! I had no idea what was awaiting me. I'm embarrassed when I read my early entries, but I like how raw I was. That's when only my desk mate Jaclyn, at my Korean school, would read this blog- she was probably the first ever reader, and the only one for a full year. I think I became more culturally sensitive over the years, more open-minded and easygoing, if I may say.
Well, if you've been reading me for that long, thank you for sticking around, and please say hi sometime. I always feel overwhelmed with joy when I get messages from readers, as I still cannot believe people actually read this page. Where will this take me, six years from now?
Happy birthday, little blog. xo
|Refusing to leave Kyoto|
|Epic Shinkansen bento|