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?