Allowed to be an American

Eight months after moving to Japan, I’ve made a monumental decision: it is okay to be an American. I’m allowed to put sushi and ramen on-hold once in a while and enjoy a nice burger instead. I don’t have to wear heavy sweaters in the heat of summer or exclusively drink matcha. My shopping needn’t be restricted to Japanese brands that don’t fit my hips, … Continue reading Allowed to be an American

Airport A-Peril

I am always astounded by how people choose to dress. The website “People of Walmart” proves that Americans are willing to wear just about anything in public. And, in my recent experience, the airport is no exception. I realize that the glamorous days of flight are over. Stewardesses no longer parade around the cabin in fitted suits and excessively high heels. And, thankfully, weight restrictions … Continue reading Airport A-Peril