I realised I never put up one of the (many) pictures I took on our horrible adventure through Fushimi Inari Taisha.
So I’ve been back in Europe for almost two weeks now, finding my place in this world again. And I’m glad to be back, but I’m also missing things now. It’s slowly sinking in that I’ve left my flat in Tokyo, living basically on my own, left all those wonderful people I met there, left the always busy city. Left my lemon tea (especially sad about that).
But it’s funny to look at pictures people post of Japan and go ‘Ah, I know what’s behind that corner there’. It’s an interesting feeling. A happy one.
I want to go back someday.