Nara
Rising at 7:44 for an 8:16 alarm is just my style. I give my dreams the pleasure of a few more continued moments, though we are both know it to be adieu for now. The water needs boiled, eyes opened, body stretched. ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,’ my Zojurushi teapot sings to me when it’s ready. These treasured morning moments always zip by, and today was no exception. At 8:28 I rushed out the door into an unexpected heat of early August likings, adventure bound. Living in Japan and not simply visiting has been a surprisingly smooth transition, by all accounts. After purging all of my belongings in a firestorm of get-rid-of-ness, I left LA proud of the fact that I only had two bags of belongings in tow. A one way ticket across the Pacific and one month later, I write now with a happy heart from what I can only describe as a slice of my personal heaven – a renovated machiya (google it) with twenty-foot ceilings, wood everything, modern/traditional love affair par excellence. T...