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 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.