I rented an apartment in Shinjuku Tokyo for the whole month, spent a couple of nights in Osaka and then used a two week rail pass to kinda sit on trains and commute to all these different places. I think about all the things I saw and I don’t even know where to start, and then I think about all the things I missed out on seeing and it’s like oh gosh. Staying in an apartment for a month really made the experience kinda just seem like I was living there rather than your normal hotel holiday experience, which has probably made the PHD (post holiday depression) all the worse.
Just this morning I had yet another nightmare, I’m in Japan having the most amazing time, I’m off doing some shopping, eating amazing food, there was cherry blossoms blooming outside that I just rushed to see when BAM! My brain kicks in. Suddenly dream me is very confused about why I’m still in Japan? Did I miss my flight home? What’s going on here? Then I usually wake up and realisation sets in that I’m at home in Sydney. Yeah still getting these dreams like once a week, 5 weeks on from getting home. I’m pretty sad. This year’s study load is too large for me to work full time and next year is third year so I’m guessing a similar situation, I imagine my next trip back to Japan may be just before I do my masters or something. So a long long way away.
Anyway so here is an image dump from a day in Shibuya, eating at our favourite pancakes place and shopping at 109. I’ll be dumping lots of photos from the trip over the next couple of weeks.