What I felt when I
stepped off that plane
was like a wave of cold water,
splashing sand-encrusted cement.
The first of many.
Booming voice, different colors, S'barros, open spaces, different money, bigger cars fatter hips baggy clothes doordiemeandI
Swarms of the other
enveloped my belly
seasickness of the mind
cold pang of recognition
welcome home.
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and share it with anyone who cares to read it. I also keep a blog on my life in Tokyo, which you may read here at your leisure. Thanks for stopping by
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