Transformations

Should this become drunken post? I'm not really though...

3 days before departure from Sapporo to Tokyo and then back home.

Fully changed by experience here.

Trying to fend off overwhelming feeling of not being ready, not wanting to leave... with incantations, singing off key, self-affirmations.

Not just the place, but being in love with the person that I am here. I don't want to forget.

But there is alot of work to be done back home. Seeds planted need to be tended to. I know where I belong, where I'm needed. But I'm scared.

This place was good for me because I know the way things can and should be. The line where life and art meet is blurred, fluid. I am grateful.

Tomorrow never waits... even if you're not ready, it comes. Sun rises and you just deal.

Flashes

Waking up so happy, I almost disgust myself.

Making significant dents in my vegetarianism by downing freshly caught sea urchin in a dark bar.

Too many vodkas, wines, and beers; too many days in a row.

Stumbling over rudimentary Japanese as I try to impress someone I like.

Grilled shiitake.

Impromptu drinking parties outside the apartment.

Riding my bicycle in a short dress, feeling cold air on my legs.

Discovering I can cook, write in Malay, and do anything I want to do.

Rice balls at 2am.

Time passing too quickly, building up reserves of positive energy to be rationed and used when I get back home.

Cheap plastic silver wig.


Making art out of thin air.

Acupuncture in my living room.

A full handmade cotton kimono as a present.

Knowing what my next tattoo will be.