I missed the west side this thanksgiving. In Tokyo I probably see 10,000 faces just on my commute and back to work, and yet I feel no eyes but the city’s.
For someone who loves the sun, guacamole, and easy-going peeps as much as I, it may seem strange that I moved to Tokyo and left LA one year ago.
This Tokyo city life, in a lot of ways, is everything that I am not. But maybe it is because of that, that I am so enamored by it.
California dreaming today.
Photos: By me