I’m having dreams of Tokyo lately. I’ve been once and I don’t think I have swooned in a city more than I could other from two cities that I have seen myself living (and maybe also, just maybe, finding love) in the future. You already know what’s the other one – my first postcard is from there!
Oh Tokyo, why do you have to be so beautiful?
There is such a familiar feeling to these cities, for me, despite visiting them for the first time. It feels like I lived there for quite some time already and I’m simply being welcomed home.
Somehow, all those times spent watching anime and listening to Jpop and hunting for the best Japanese food and basically trying to learn about their entire culture all led me to just feeling home at last. Weird, no? But that’s how I felt even if I can barely make a decent sentence from my phrasal Nihonggo knowledge. All I could say are domo arigatou, ohayou, konbanwa, gomen, onegai, and sumimasen. Oh, and what’s on the menu, haha! Can’t and won’t go hungry there. Not even call it expensive as well because good food is always around, if you know where to look. Or smell! I know more and more people in Tokyo speak English now but trying to speak Japanese just feels legit.
But even my anime-taught broken Nihonggo cannot spoil the joy of just being in this city. It would be nice to have a straight conversation in Japanese with someone though. Talk about anime, Fuji-san, the shinkansen, Makoto Shinkai, Haruki Murakami, or L’ Arc En Ciel. Anything about Japan, actually. Its dark history, its pacifist reality now, or its bright future.
It will always feel like my spiritual home.
Frankly, after Tokyo, it became a little harder to plan for other trips. I just kept wanting to go back. Maybe next time I’m back, I can speak in decent, complete sentences. And hey maybe start a conversation. Until then, (what’s see you soon in Japanese??)