+100 followers. reason I’m thankful

| By Sushilove51 |

“Domo”

 

This is a short note to thank everyone who choose to read this blog. Honestly I didn’t think anyone would. After I wrote my first post. I meant for it to disappear into the abyss. I was surprised to read that I got a “like”.

But, I’ve learned from reading the words of encouragement from other bloggers, that I have to start speaking more confidently about writing. What’s funny is there’s a familiar pattern of me needing a push.

The Genesis of this whole blog began with a slight shove.

I was at a Starbucks with good company. Two friends, Kira & Miki. I had an Iced Chai Latte and they both drank a tall complicated thing.

Kira brought her laptop and we sat there watching a show on Netflix called Terrace House. Which is a Japanese version of the Real World. Where they have a nice house, nice car. And invite twenty-something-year old strangers to move in. You just sit back and watch the entertainment unfold.

I had mixed emotions watching it. Literally, the show is both entertaining and boring at the same time. I can’t say it’s a must-watch or a waste of time. It gently tip toes on a funny borderline.

You can marvel at the fact at how much the show differs from the craziness of the Real World. And at the same time be awed by the maturity of the Terrace House’s inhabitants.

“Are they forty year olds in twenty year old bodies?”

although sometimes they can be immature and appear to be like eight year olds in twenty year old bodies. Which can be said about myself as I read this out-loud.

Overall, I like the show. It’s in Japanese with English subtitles so it helps boost my language skills.

Still in at that moment Kira & Miki didn’t think I liked it as much.

Kira saw that I was looking at my phone and typing more looking at the show.

“I could change it to something else if you don’t like it”. Kira offered.

Sounding kind of bothered I was on my phone instead of enjoying the show with them.

I was enjoying time with them. But I guess it didn’t look that way. It looked like I was in my own world. Relaxed in my seat ignoring the two and Terrace House.

“No, I like this show I just had an idea. that’s all” I told her.

“Are you playing a game?” she asked

“No, just writing something down. I don’t want to forget it later”.

“Writing what?”

I explained to them both that I like to type out my thoughts as a way to make sense of life. Events that are stuck in the drain and won’t leave until I rinse it out the back of my mind. Mostly things I haven’t told anyone. Including the emotions I felt at the time.

Personal things that would kill you with boredom.

“Oh, do you blog?” Miki asked.

“Nope”

“Why not?” she asked surprise

“If you like to write than you should” *the nudge*

I didn’t want to talk about it. I shrugged my shoulders. Sat back in my seat and tried to change the subject so she would stop digging. My writing is personal. I tried to get more into the show with Kira & Miki.

“Let’s just watch this”

Still it was too late. She had planted a seed. it sprouted and grew like a weed.
I asked myself that question over the course of a year on why I didn’t blog.

And so here we are now. finally.

I started my blog Sushi Love a month ago. And neither Kira nor Miki knows about it. But, eventually I’ll fess up.

Maybe over a Iced Chai Latte at Starbucks.

And this is why I appreciate every person that choose to read my blog and comment.

I’m a lover and a prayer and I hope everyone prospers. But I did want to ask the question.

What made you want to blog?

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Travel to Disney Sea

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“When my hands don’t play strings the same way, I know you’ll love me the same”

– E. Sheeran

 

Growing up with little has been a factor I’ve been thankful for. Really help keep me humble in adulthood. I enjoy keeping a low profile life and don’t need attention to feel valued.

I appreciate the tiny details of my day-to-day routine. And if life took a turn for the worst I’m sure I could rough it out, Bear Grylls-Style

Past summer we took a trip to Disney sea. Our package included transportation, room, tickets to the Park, and my favorite meal in the world, a breakfast buffet. referred to as “viking” style in Japan.

The transportation was cozy sitting in business class roomier compared to my last trip. Still I could have hitched a ride on the side of the bullet train if it were an option.

Now that I’m older I’ve learn more about train etiquette. I’m respectful of riding on bullet trains and try to follow rules to a T.

I honestly did not know we weren’t allowed to smoke cigarettes on them the first time I rode one. No one told me anything. It was always spoken over the intercom. I go deaf once I hear a voice over the speaker. It’s just a reflex.

Add to the fact I drink alcohol as well. A full participant  in pre-gaming. Which means to having a few drinks before you leave the house.

Alcohol always affected me in a cool way. I’d become Joe Montana a laid back fellow that saw the good in everyone.

I’m a changed man. I stand in the aisles and lean against the wall. I like to look out the window capture the landscape and take selfies to pass the time of travel.

We arrived in Uruyasu where it was noticeably warmer. The vibe was very California-sh. a theme that continued to play out during the stay. The mall areas, The skate park, The angelic women walking to and from heaven to bless the world.

But, since I was already with some company so I couldn’t get to know. Gentlemen like, I was on my best behavior.

The package included a stay at Hotel Errion. A partner with Disney. So we could catch the bus that picked up guest and brought them to the park every 15 minutes. Something about traveling and being in a new room. But, I always feel like bathing for an hour with bubbles. And letting delta wave music play in the background. Drying off and then jumping on the bed or in this case a futon to break it in.

My companion had a good laugh from my little routine. But this was just the beginning we had a little time to kill. So we hung out by window. It was a nice place to sit right up against the glass. We changed the song to Aaliyah. Now this become our first song if our vacation had a soundtrack. I cracked open a can of Suntory Whiskey. We had the after six pass for the first night. The city was beautiful kind of like California.

When the silence hit. I closed my eyes. Then my mind’s eye showed me who I truly was. Awoken my conscious like Rafiki. When I remember being hungry everything taste better in the present.

I sit near the window. And I think to the pier in my hometown. Sitting on there waiting for something to happen. Waiting to grow old. Waiting for things to pass over. If I could go back and talk to me in the past. I would have a long talk about following your ambition.

Before the pier security could tell us we couldn’t sit there. I presently sat near the window wondering about now like always.

Just a little bit that’s all I needed.

What memories always come back to you?