landing in Osaka
Somehow, I had inadvertently invited people to my house. I guess it is a big deal to be invited to someone's house in Japan. Most people go out for food and drinks after work. Perhaps because it is because people live in small quarters. It is also not very customary to invite significant others, and... Continue Reading →
Why do I feel so guilty about nostalgically wanting a bigger Japanese house built in the 70s? As if to receive guests from abroad, or not wanting to be boxed into a tiny room is a crime. It comes from the real estate agents’ comments, but also, a New Yorker’s first comments on seeing the... Continue Reading →
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