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
Train travel is an essential way of life in Japan. Alex and I both begin and end our days at the Higashi-Zushi train station, joining the millions of Japanese residents who rely upon public transport. In fact, I am writing this piece while taking the Yokosuka Rapid Line bound for Shibuya bright and early this weekday morning. We do have a car. Like most Americans, … Continue reading Ticket to Ride!