Pieces of me in letters

I had my own first adventure to downtown area two days ago. Feeling somewhat lonely and a little stressed knowing that the only thing familiar to me in this city was my significant other, I decided to go out there hoping to find other familiar things.

Subway station is about 10-15 minutes walk from home. I stopped by at nearby supermarket to get some juice and snack, hoping to find a nice park and a bench somewhere downtown where I could sit and eat under the sun. Walking from isle to isle looking for snack that can fit into my handbag… and I found Asian food section! And it just got better… because I found my favourite Korean instant noodle, Indomie, and Kecap Manis ABC on the shelf. Yattaaaaaa!!! I couldn’t help myself smiling from ear to ear, and just felt so very happy. Happy to finally find other familiar things in this city!

Bought a bottle of orange juice (and very happy reading the label that it was not from concentrate) and a canister of Pringles (the big one, because I couldn’t find the small one, which fortunately fit into my handbag), then went off to the subway station. There were four ticket vending machines, and all was out of order. Aaa!!! For a few seconds I didn’t know what to do because I saw no station officer or guard around. But then a police officer and an old man came, talking about the machines that were out of order. The police officer told the old man to just go ahead on the train, and get his ticket at the next station. Got used to train system in Tokyo, I couldn’t help thinking… how was that possible to just go ahead on the train and get ticket at the next station??? But the old man seemed to think that it was a good idea, so I approached him… hoping to get some help. And lucky me, he was very kind.

(To be continued…)

I should have made this posting earlier, but things had been so hectic that I couldn’t manage to sit down and write. I still have many things to do, but after taking a long walk today I feel that I should spend a little time writing about a significant step in my life that has just taken place for a little less than a week.

I met him a little over a year ago. It didn’t take too long for me to know that he was the missing piece of me that I had been searching for. We promised to be together for always. His home is now my new home. Thousands kilometers away from my family and friends. I started my new life here, in a land people often refer as land of dreams and opportunities, a few days ago. 

I have been spending about half of my time here alone… mostly trying to feel comfortable with my new home, my new life. “This is your home… our home”, he said. I could only nod with a little smile on my face. Deep down in my heart I knew it would take some time until I could honestly say to myself… “I am home”. This feeling of confuseness, loneliness, and somewhat isolated… is familiar to me. I felt it nine years ago, and I learned that the feeling would end… somehow, someday.

I am going to visit Tokyo again in two weeks! Very excited!

One night in Tokyo is definetely not enough, but I will get to see my old friends… so it’s all good After so much going on and changes in plans, I didn’t expect this to happen… that spending the night in Tokyo was only a slight possibility. But now… flights and hotel are booked, and Japan visa is on the way! Yattaaaaaa~~~

Plan in mind includes: dinner party with friends that involves sushi, sashimi, and all those yummy small dishes at izakaya, amazing night view of Tokyo bay with its colorful Rainbow Bridge, and perhaps onsen too! Oh oh… and my favourite Japanese snack ever… Jagariko!

Tokyo here I come!