Soak It In

It's 2016 and my time left in Japan is a ticking clock.  I can't say that I'm disappointed that is drawing to a close, but it still comes with so many emotions.  You'd think I'd be a master at change by now, but I don't think it is something anyone can really perfect.  So, 2016, here's to starting anew...again.  No job, no insurance, no home, no car, but somehow, we'll bond and I'll figure it out one panic attack deep breath at a time.

On the flip side...Happy New Year: 1:30am
on an empty train home from Tokyo Station.

I was riding the train home at rush hour last night and it was by far the most crowded...no-SQUASHED train I have ever ridden.  My feet were barely touching the ground from the moment the crowd swept me forward and onto the train.  I "fell" from side to side with the swaying train, but not to worry, there was never any fear of falling.  There would have to be an inch of empty space for that to be possible.  I will not miss rush hour on Japanese trains.

Walking to work today, part of a plastic wrapper from an onigiri (rice ball) was on the sidewalk and it immediately caught my eye.  I think the Japanese must be the ones who came up with the phrase, "Take only pictures, leave only footprints."  It is rare even to find a cigarette butt that has been tossed aside in the dirt.  Of course, in the heart of bustling Tokyo it is more common than than in residential areas, but it is still remarkably clean for a city of it's size...or any size, for that matter.

Shabu Shabu with the King Triton's Concert boys

I miss home and I miss my culture.  Moving to another country always forges a love/hate relationship.  Some countries weigh heavier on one side than the other, but each has invaluable knowledge and growth to impart.