I take it as a point of pride that I so rarely ‘lose my shit’. Last Saturday, I lost my shit. I lost it pretty bad. We got to Tokyo on Thursday (via the bullet train!) and by Saturday I…
The last train to Asakusa
Falling in love with Japan is so easy. Being there was so different from living in China. I’ve already written entries and entries about ways that China is often so hard to love – it’s in the obliviousness of people around me, the questionable rice triangle filling at FamilyMarts (I could have sworn the label said…