I’ve been living in Northern California for a year and a bit. I stayed in Berkeley for a year and had just moved to SF last month. Although many say enviously that it must be warm throughout the year, SF is always like in autumn, so I sometimes miss the humidity of the summer or feeling the cold air on my face in winter. Because I am pitching on a different wave of time flow from Tokyo, laid back, easy going, I feel kinda guilty, thinking “Is it right to be here…?” But I keep saying to myself as if I am chanting “it’s OK, it’s OK” then I start to think “well… what am I up to today?”, “what time do I want to wake up tomorrow?”, “where will the next destination be?” My life goes on like that, so far.

7 . 9 . 2011 at 4:32