shoe-gazing

The kangaroo’s mum writes to me occasionally, but does so especially when she knows her son is away from the shoebox. Very sweet of her I must say.

The recent one offered me a couple of children’s rhyming books for my beginner students, plus a gust of encouragement about how I’ve managed to occupy my time productively in Tokyo, plus I don’t complain.

Well I do complain. Just a little. To myself. Or to friends. But just a moment of: Oh the kangaroo has been away for the past month and I’ve only seen him for four days.

But compared to when I first arrived I think I’ve leapt to the next level of self-sufficiency.

I still don’t have many friends but I like being alone. I found a tucked away cinema in Shinjuku to watch Stranger Than Fiction after a light chirasu rice bowl (sashimi on rice). After which I joined the mad crowd in Zara to buy a few pretty pieces of teacher clothes and then picked a sinful snack in Takashimaya’s food hall. I tried to look for my favourite ice-cream mochi (sticky rice-flour balls) but to no avail so I took my tired feet home and cooked dinner. I’m almost done reading Murakami’s Wind-Up Bird Chronicles, while re-runs of Kath & Kim tickle my funny bone in the last moments of wakefulness.

What I’m trying to say is, maybe solitude is really alright.

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