Traveling can definitely create a dependency
Achingly beautiful landscape enthralls and as my flight takes off from New Chitose airport, a train of thoughts move towards the next time. For my fifth trip to Japan, should I go to Kitakyushu? Or Sensuijima? Or revisit Wakayama
But before the first train can explode with possibilities, another train of thoughts interjects. Is this real? Or another thing I do so that I can pretend to understand reality without really understanding anything
I think the magic of Japan is the immersion in the here now, eating local, drinking local, buying local. But what is local for someone like me who has lived in different places my entire life?
This final train brings me back to
greenwood (the location of my first school in canada): roast @ pilot
coxwell (the location of our first rental in canada): brew @ godspeed
main street (home sweet home): bbq @ beach hill smokehouse