MomoのKokoro

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getting a job in creative fields such as advertising, writing or even business consulting..

living in a space of my own, at least a 1LDK in a quirky chill neighborhood like Jiyugaoka or Kichijoji (nope, I'm quite happy not being in snooty Shirokanedai) with interesting cafes, bookshops, arthouse theaters, galleries, a thriving arts scene..

having my good friends in the same city..

meeting a wonderful partner..

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oh well, i will be working towards those goals, i guess!

i like staying in tokyo. if i had my own apartment now, instead of the gaijin house i'm in, i would be even more thrilled. walking back 'home' everyday, i pass by a neighborhood that reminds me startlingly like the houses back in my real home, in the motherland.

sometimes i forget that i'm not back home, but it's easy to remember when the passers-by speak to each other and the language is familiar but also alien, because it will never be your own like the way your mother tongue is.

is this how the next few years will be? trying to make a home out of an unfamiliar land? seeking forms of human connection, somewhere, because you have chosen to cut the ties that would have bound. now you are free, but you might also be lost.

what is a home anyway? a place in which you live in long enough, that you become attached to it? a place filled with the people you love? or is it a place that you seek refuge at the end of a long day?

what do people like us, who choose to step outside the protective bubble of the theme park, find out there?

Posted in: Tokyo on Sunday, July 9, 2006 at