It's 7:00am and I'm at my local neighborhood Starbucks. I live in Denenchofu. It's an upscale urbish-suburb with transit options at its core and its comprised of houses only (which is notable, bc Tokyo is 95% apartments). I want to do a home architecture video so maybe Ill do that video on the way home. The architecture here is so, so very interesting.
I've spent really good time with my family in the last two days and saw new sights in and around Tokyo. Food has been excellent. It's wild to see how differently I play, opposite of my mother, father, and sisters, after just having seen them 6 months ago. I feel like a different person. More resolute and not for show, either. I sense principles in my convictions and that's not wishy washy.
I know that this trip is about me. I sense it multiple times each day. The same feeling I get moments before a roller coaster starts. I'm eating ramen and counting down moments simultaneously. I have a 7 day trip starting tomorrow, and each time I think about it, I feel pain, fear, and a whole lot of excitement. The itinerary is something out of a dream. I'm disappointed there's nobody to share it with. I guess this is why people glom together at this age. I've designed an arduous journey for myself. What I like about hard work is that pretensions fade away. The body and mind automatically cut non-essential functions and I'll be happy to get rid of nerve-induced musings.
Lastly, an ode to my family. Without them, this is impossible. I'm lucky and extremely thankful to have a family of means, able to support a trip such as this -- generous, too; willing to pay for a trip on which they dont see me. Man, I am lucky. I feel some guilt about this, but I can look at what I do, how I carry myself, my intent, and how I've acted with regard to generousness and sharing, and I do their legacy honor and will continue to. My father laments the lack of returns for his generousness. I'm sure if he got to thinking about it, everything he has is because of his generousness. The social world is so neurotic, its best to focus on your own energy, rather than your returns. Reflections and basking in moments of sincerity always reward the gifter. My family, however, is them most wonderful microcosm where generousness hangs between us. I cant forget it! It makes me jubilant AF. Raising kids cant be easy, but my parents did and do a damn fine job. Japan is my bitch.
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