Japan Addict: Osaka
Yesterday, I could barely get out of bed, today, I am like a speed junky and Japan is the drug I canβt get enough of.
It took me a while, a way to describe why Japan is so addicting to almost everyone Iβve ever met who came here. To me, it feels like that feel of Christmas. The day before youβre all wonder and imagination of what your boxes could behold. There are colorful lights and friendly smiles all over. You can feel the intensity as every little moment seems to add to the next. Itβs something we donβt really experience anymore as adults, but Japan feeds that experience.
Running around to taste good food and see pretty lights while being encompassed by the clarity of place and language that is the Japanese culture is beyond palpable. Everything about the character of the place makes me feel good and smile relentlessly. Iβm just so enticed by every facet, like a girl (or boy) endlessly in love with a childhood crush, it doesnβt matter what they say or do, Iβm already sold. Something is genuine that I donβt have to describe it, but I guess I just spent three paragraphs doing just that.
Glad to be back, Japan.
Dotonburi, one of the few touristy places in the world that I think is actually really cool.
The boys. I love being greater by anime at the airport. Why not?
Glorious.
Not so glorious.
Hostel has enough past-time reading if you canβt find your own adventure.
If you havenβt had it, youβre missing out.
Fanatic.
JUNKIE.
MUST CATCH THEM ALL π
Ianis! My crew! The Sons of Anarchy ride again!
It me.
Graceland.
2 ramen today. Fuck it!
Must sleep. Jet lag. Anxious twitches. Feigning. More tomorrow π΄
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