For the first couple of years after I returned from living in Japan anything could set me off. I really missed the place. Logically it was the first place I had where I had a job, I had my own flat, I could pay my bills, take the train where I chose so it wasn’t necessarily Showa or Yamanashi or even Japan that I was missing.
I’m feeling that sudden lurch of homesickness today. I want to be living in my flat, looking out from my balconey over at Mt Fuji. Able to call Skimble and suggest we take the car into the mountains or just head to Mr Donut or Grand 8 for a film.
I own my own home with the Jellicle now, I have a garden which doesn’t quite kill plants as easily as that balconey, but I just moved a mirror which is covered in stickers of Skimble and I posing on some mall trip or other. I miss her and I miss my flat and I miss being able to decide to climb Mt Fuji randomly of a weekend.