I want to blame my affinity for procrastination, but I think the postponement is actually because writing this final post is the tombstone to my life in Japan. For a long time, I've mulled over what I should write about. I'm sure most people are expecting to hear me say things like "Japan was so crazy and weird!" and "everything was so kawaii (cute)!" but life in Tokyo was like what I expect living in any other big city would be like: crowded, internationalized, and energized. So rather than perpetuate urban legends about Japan, what I really want to rave about are the more mundane things like how amazing it was to be surrounded by convenience stores, praise how delicious all the food was, and talk about how personal space did not exist on trains during rush hour. Everybody expects travel to be this great big, life altering experience and while those moments do exist and are supposed to be the things you remember the most, it's actually the minute details, the trivial things that you don't even think about that affected me the most.
When I think about my life abroad, I do reflect on the times when I was able to see historical sites such as Kinkakuji and the A-Bomb Dome, but mostly I think about the morning commute or slurping up ramen after a day at work.
The A-Bomb Dome
Ide Shoten Ramen in Wakayama!
A size large in Japan is equivalent to a size small in the U.S. at Shake Shack
Cherry Blossoms in Japan
A bittersweet taste lingers in my mouth and I feel restless for the future. I wanted to be on a plane heading off to a new, distant land yesterday. I'm already planning a list of places I want to visit (and yes, a return to Japan is definitely near the top of that list). But until I can start a brand new adventure, I'll just have to be satisfied with the time I did have in Japan and continue reveling in the small beautiful, fleeting moments I had.