homeward bound

Is it weird to write two entries in such close proximity? I don’t think so. After all, this one needs to be a bit more reflective. It’s a quarter to nine in the morning of Wednesday, September 14th. I’m at a coffee shop in Tokyo about to make the long journey across town and then […]


I sort of wish I was still doing the ol’ “Search for the Perfect Coffee Shop” bit because I had the worst coffee shop experience of my life this morning. So, since I can’t bitch about it there, I’ll bitch about it.