My most enjoyable thing is arriving at the airport early only to discover that the airline sent an email all in kanji the night before that we are now flying from a different airport, so I get to spend $300 on a taxi I’m not even sure will get to the new airport on time.
Bullshitted my way through enough nihongo that the shop guy fully launched into a chat after I caught enough he asked where I was from and then I had to back into a full gomenei wakaarimasen nihongo mo sukoshi sumimasen. Anyway then we laughed.
Osaka being immensely more chill than Tokyo by a measure of about the entire population of New Zealand.
Is it anxiety, is it peri meno, is it the cold that won’t go away, the options for why am I perspiring like this are endless
Hauled across Tokyo on a Monday work morning in the rain w 2 suitcases each so we are having soufflé pancakes.
Bro on train dead asleep, iPhone on the seat next to him, man kindly puts it on his lap for him without disturbing him. Why can’t we be more like this.










