I was beginning to forget what a miserable month January can be, but thankfully the weather over the last couple of days has acted as a timely reminder. Having previously settled on the fact that I actually quite like the winters in Tokyo, which whilst cold are pretty darn dry, I have been forced to reassess my opinions, and once again give thanks for the fact that I am not in the UK, experiencing an entire month of rainstorms and sun-deprived depression. Even putting on my shiny red rain boots didn’t illicit the usual childlike glee that such a task usually does, as middling commissions such as walking to the shops for supplies, became a desolate affair cloaked in despondency. It was when I found my usual ardour towards brolly-wielding maniacs dulled to a whisper of apathetic acceptance that I came up with the following philosophical conclusion: January sucks.
Today marked a watershed moment of my time here in Japan, as I found myself using the steamer, which I had purchased well over a year ago, for the first time. Like a new coat or some expensive perfume, I had kept on putting off using it until ‘exactly the right occasion’ had arisen. Today however, I finally came to the conclusion that it was a steamer that we were dealing with here, and not the marital purity of some 19th Century French debutante. And so it was that I braved the conditions and bought some gyoza from a nearby supermarket, blemishing my steamer forever. Afterwards I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should have waited, that any future perfect steaming opportunities would now be forever sullied by this one moment of weakness. I ate my gyoza in silence, staring out at the inclement weather, and holding back tears of sadness at the loss of innocence.