I have been obsessed with Japan since I first stepped into the country at 17 years old. My experience didn't begin with a golden, money-pooping unicorn or end with a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, but I haven't been the same since. I have loved Japan since I first met Her.
So when I first met the man of my life, I repeatedly told him how much he would LOVE Japan. You see, he worked in China for 6 years and he liked it. So I told him if he liked China then he will undoubtedly love Japan. Guess what he said to me when he first got on the escalator here in Japan..."Baby, they stand on the left so you can walk by on the right! This is what I wish people back home or China would do!"
So on that fateful day when he asked, "Baby, how would you like to move to Japan?" I rolled my eyes and replied both in my head and out loud, "I thought you'd never ask."
It's been over a decade since I journaled in a blog. I remember telling myself, "Never again," but this website/blog was born because of our life-decision. I want to make record of it and, perhaps, inspire others (or myself towards the end of my days).
The day after we arrived in Tokyo we did exactly what we had talked about doing for a year; we had sushi and ate kujira: Whale!
Our first Japanese kampai wasn't done with these tiny cups of sake, but with slices of delicious kujira! We came here with a vision and a huge goal. Why go small when you can go big?!
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