Mio told me she's in Tokyo. I miss her so much.
This is a photo of the Takadanobaba station, Yamanote line platform 2 to Shinjuku. I’m preparing my Command Swift workshop for Thursday.
We planned going away for a weekend. We love to speak openly about things that will never actually become true. Like how I would love to learn Japanese and stay here forever, and how she would love to move to LA, Paris or Australia with a guy that makes her life amazing.
This is a photo at the Keiokaku Velodrome, where I came to see Ailda exhibiting her textiles.
Here is the best photo I could take inside the Mr. Donut in Shinjuku. My current go-to place.
I stayed at Mister Donut in Shinjuku after class to write my diary. I want to travel but I am so afraid. Afraid of wasting all my money, afraid of becoming more lost than I already am, afraid of getting lost in the middle of China. So I put the fears aside and wrote the plans I would like to do if I could just dream about doing it and not actually do it. I would spend 3 weeks in Thailand, 2 weeks in the west of Japan, 2 weeks in Seoul and 3 weeks in China. Seems like a plan.
She met me and I told her that I would be moving out of Tokyo in April. I made the decision 1 hour before. I had never seen her so sad. Where did my heart go?
The Kanji test went well today. I went back to my smokey coffee shop. A friend from London, Isabel, wants me to take photographs of whiskey bars in Japan for a book her company is publishing. Deadline seems tight and budget is pretty low, so I don’t know how much I can do. But it would be so exciting to have my photographs printed on a book. I will treat myself to sushi again tonight.