Thank you! Thank you! I hardly posted this month while I was in Texas, yet somehow I got over 300 followers anyway. Thanks for the wonderful support. Can’t wait to work to the next milestone.
A common complaint I hear from my female friends is about their parents pushing them to have kids. That was never me. My parents knew I’d have problems with fertility since I survived cancer at the age of six. The doctors weren’t even sure if my reproductive system would ever turn on at all.
Instead of “when you’re a mother”, it was more or less “if you do have kids”. My parents hoped I could have children if I wanted them, but feared setting my expectations too high. After all, it wasn’t my fault if I couldn’t.
There was a sigh of relief among my parents and doctors when my reproductive system turned on at age 12 and worked perfectly through my early twenties. It seemed like maybe I’d defeat the odds.
Sadly, the odds caught up to me by my mid-twenties.
I have been busy getting ready to go to Texas this month. The blog has been a bit neglected (only two posts this month. This is the third!). We have a ton of gifts to bring to friends and family back home, some of which are quite delicate and need to be carefully packed.
My ten-year old suitcase finally broke. My husband bought me a new suitcase for cheap on his business trip in India, a famous Swiss-brand suitcase that is bright yellow. It’s my Swiss Cheese suitcase.
I can’t believe I’ll be back in Texas soon. And it’s snowing in places there!
Many years ago I googled that question into the computer monitor at my university’s lab. It was late and the lab was empty like always when midterms were finished. The tap-tap-tap of my keystrokes echoed off the white-walled room.
The results confirmed what my friends and Japanese room mate, Ami, had all said: Japanese guys are shy. You have to be patient. They don’t show their feelings.
I leaned back in the swivel chair and stared at the ceiling. Is that true? I wondered.
I struggled to believe it. But that’s what everyone told me, even Google.
With a heavy sigh, I logged out and headed home for the night.
I was no closer to an answer.
Scrolling through my twitter feed I saw an ad, one that showed amazing images and promised an “experience”. No, not that kind of ad. It was for the Digital Art Museum in Odaiba. After that, I wanted to learn more.
I have wanted to go to this place since I first saw that twitter ad for it. However, it’s expensive (3,200 yen) and I always had reasons to put it off. It became a permanent occupant of my own personal Bucket List.
Then, along came Liz.
WAS IT WORTH IT?
How do you answer that? How do you breakdown and itemize why you liked an experience or why you didn’t? The value of an experience can’t always be measured and defined by its monetary cost.
They say that “Beauty is the in the eye of the Beholder”, well so is value.
The better question is “Was it worth it to you?”.
The Robot Restaurant in Tokyo is located in Kabuki-cho, one of the city’s seedier sides where salaryman go to drink and watch scantily-clad women in shows. These days the Robot Restaurant has abandoned its Go-Go Girls routes and gone PG-13 for the tourists. The price at the gates is 8,000 yen, but it’s easy to get tickets for 5,000 yen if you shop online for discounts. That’s what my friend, Liz, and I did.
She was the perfect person for the crazy, “WTF” side of Tokyo.
Here is short video of our wild experience:
So much happened the past two weeks. I haven’t had time to update this blog. Things are settling down again and I will start posting on a regular basis soon. Some people enter your life in the most unexpected of ways. For me, Hurricane Liz blew into Tokyo and swept me up in a ten day long whirlwind. I’d trade those days with my friend for nothing.
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