So the time has come to return to ye olde homecountry.
I’ve spent a good 25 days in Japan now, my longest stay yet. Right about now the idea that this will be my last night in Tokyo slowly sinks in. This is also when the nostalgia kicks in and I feel that I’ll miss this place terribly.
I’ll miss narrow streets, conbinis, vending machines (although my teeth wont miss them!), passnet, cheap good food, trains that come often, izakayas etc… I wont miss the bikes on the sidewalk and trains that stop going at midnight. Nor will I miss the bugs, cockroaches and creepy dying things falling out of trees (sometimes landing way too close for comfort, or in the case of Nisse: on you). I think I’ll miss the bugs least of all! hehe
This trip has been rockier then the last two. There have been days here when I would have killed to be home in Sweden. I think it might have been the heat. I have handled it much worse then I expected. Next time I’ll come during colder times. I’ve also been annoyed at some aspects of Japanese society like the drone culture and male domination which has at times caused what I might call “annoyance attacks”. The annoyance attacks are very annoying.
Sometimes when I am in Stockholm I have days when I’d kill to be in Japan or New York or something, and when I am in Japan I have days when I want to return home. So the end result is that I look forward to coming home, but still some kind reflex nags in the back of my head and begs to stay longer.
Life in Stockholm seems much simpler. Except maybe when it comes to finding good and cheap places to eat. Something about Japan makes me tired at times, maybe it’s the need to constantly process Japanese or the large crowds or perhaps even the long distances between places, hard to tell.
The idea that Karin will not be home when I get back is also making this harder. Quite a bit harder in fact. At least the Vlad will meet me at the airport, hehe.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side and for me this is so true that it sometimes makes my life a total bitch.
I’ve uploaded some photos to make my nostalgia even worse. Head over to here and see.