How strange it is to once again wake up in a room that you could fit inside a shoebox. Whilst I never took for granted the largess of my room in the Sasaki household, I certainly didn’t think that I’d be in danger of suffering from acute claustrophobia upon my return to Tokyo. I also have to keep reminding myself that I am now in a house where the main doorway between the kitchen and living quarters is too small for me, although seeing as I didn’t adjust in the full year that I was living here prior to my homestay, I fear that my cranium is in for something of a turbulent time.
Tonight I cooked for myself for the first time in well over a month, and I was reminded of what a tedious and depressing scenario this can be. I almost always cook far too much for two, let alone one, and having only my inner monologue for company is enough to drive anyone insane; even the additional effort that I took of trying to present my food in a ‘jazzy’ fashion felt wasted. I fear that the only solution is to host a never-ending series of dinner parties, well either that or go down to the park and share my food with the whinos.