So I live in a small town. It is pretty quiet. Everything in it is small. When I tell Japanese people where I live, they go “EEEHHHHH”…which to me equates to “WTF?!” There are some really nice things about this town. I can see the stars at night. When I walk home, it is so ridiculously quiet that I can hear every animal that is out in the field that night. I can hear neighbors washing dishes and getting their homes ready for bed. I get to reflect on my thoughts and how they translate into feelings every single day. It gives me clarity. Immense clarity on a daily basis. I’d say it is a blessing in disguise because sometimes it gets so quiet I can hear the silent screams for city life. And then I’m reminded that there is always the weekend.
Every morning I wake up (and put on my makeup-j/k), I go out to my front door and look to the left, in the hopes of seeing the crown of Mt. Fuji. It is such a majestic, perfect reminder of how much bigger than me life is. It makes me thankful for so many things. Thankful that I stayed. Thankful that I live here, in this small town…old people rice field mountain town. Old ladies speed by me on their bikes everyday.
Some days, especially days I am running a little behind and I am booking it for my train, I swear those bikes have motors.
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