Someone once asked me if I was living in Tokyo when I was there last or was I there on holiday (that's vacation to us Americans). Well I thought about that question because I felt like I was living there even though it was for a short period. I spent a better part of my childhood moving a lot, sometimes only living for a week in the same apartment and having to pack up all over again, furniture and all. So as an adult I have certain parameters to define living in a place, length of time not really mattering only my routine. While in my Tokyo apartment I pretty much did everything I do living in my Brooklyn Apartment here's a little (long) photo narrative....
I folded up my futon after waking.

I did my laundry. Yes everyday, unfortunately.

I freshened the bedding.

I looked out my apartment window to admire the view

I locked my apartment door before heading out
I coveted my neighbor's garden

I picked up breakfast when I didn't feel like having toast and eggs, again.

I saw my favorite corner at the bottom of my hill.

I went food and supply shopping at the local supermarket.

I walked to the train station.

On the way to the train station I wrestled with riding a bike in the freezing cold, the train won as usual.

I passed the local pet store.

I picked up a maatcha latte right before getting to the train station.

I molested a dog on the way to the train.

I sketched.

I went out to photograph the nearby neighborhoods.

I pondered what this storefront held inside every day on the way to the the train.

I regretted not buying that cute thing I could have used.

I had lunch.

I bought a yummy pastry after lunch.

I picked up some crafty supplies.

I had a beer.

I molested a pack of wild chihuahuas.

I checked out my favorite vintage store.

I rode the train home.

I checked out my favorite local clothing and accessories stores.

I cooked a crappy meal in my sad little Japanese kitchen.

I went out for dinner because I didn't want to eat a crappy meal.

I molested the neighborhood kitty.

I coveted my neighbor's house

I had another delicious craft beer at the local Taproom.

OH! I paid rent and took out the trash.
Yep, seems like a was living there.