It wasn't exactly the plan to move to a new country and start a new job two weeks before going on a big vacation but hey, sometimes these things just work out like this and whatever because I'M IN JAPAN RIGHT NOW!!
I just got to Osaka this afternoon but I was in Tokyo this morning since, last Thursday, and ohmygod I don't remember the last time I've eaten so much. Since there just aren't enough hours in the day to consume everything in only three daily meals, I've taken to just eating at random times whenever and wherever I see something (anything) that I want to eat (everything). In short, I am never left hungry. But also I'm never not hungry. I used to think that the main perk of being Asian was that in school, I could breeze through a maths class but I'm coming to learn that my Chinese roots have given me the blessed ability to consume stupid amounts of food and feel ok with three bowls of rice in me with extra space for dessert. I am literally thanking my genes with every mouthful.
Speaking of my roots, everybody here thinks I'm actually Japanese. Even on the plane, the flight attendant just automatically handed me a customs card in Japanese and I had to ask for it in English when I finally worked out what it was, as well as a landing card because no, I'm not actually Japanese. I used to pride myself on the gift of telling the difference between people of different Asian backgrounds based on appearance but I guess the lines are really kind of blurred here. When I told Hiroko about this she told me that when she first saw me on our first day at CSM she also thought that I was too and tried to speak to me in Japanese. I honestly don't remember this but I do have a distinct memory of Soyeon trying to speak Korean to me when we first met. And another memory of Richard telling me one time that he thought I might be from Malaysia or Singapore originally.. ok seriously, do I just look like a generic Asian? Is that a real thing??
A couple years ago, Mumma also told me that I dressed like an old Japanese lady (?!) so there's that too. Maybe this is it. I'm just meant to be here. In the land of sushi and eyeliner and sheet masks and culottes. Where more clothes fit me right and trousers are made to the correct leg-length and always cropped. Where food is better and cheaper and cooler and literally everywhere. This is clearly my calling. At least I fit in. And what's weird (but nice) is how comfortable I feel here.. pretty much since the moment I landed. This is only the second place in all of Asia that I've ever been to after Hong Kong and I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed even there.
On another note, or going back to, I have been here for five days already and I have yet to eat a single piece of sushi. I guess this is a real testament to how much food there really is here. Which is not to say that I thought that sushi was the be all and end all of Japanese food but it is one of my holy grails of all foods and I kind of can't believe how distracted I have been to still not have had any yet. Uff I am already hungry again and I really need to sleep.
Japan, it's love at first bite.