“Japaaaaaaan,” she screams.
My soul.
And honestly… yeah, okay 🙂 I hear you.
It’s funny how some places don’t just attract you —
they claim you.
They bypass logic, skip the pros-and-cons list, and go straight into your bones.
Japan did that to me.
Not gently.
Not slowly.
But with a fierce, unmistakable pull that says:
“A part of you lives here. Come get her.”
When a Place Feels Like a Memory
There are countries we visit.
And then there are places our soul recognizes before our mind does.
It might be:
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A scent in the air
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The shape of a mountain line
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The way the light falls at 5pm
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A rhythm of life that feels strangely familiar
Not nostalgia — something deeper. Like remembrance.
Japan feels like that to me.
A calling.
A whisper.
A full-body electricity.
As if an old version of me is standing somewhere in Hokkaido —
quiet, patient —
waiting for the present me to arrive.
Trusting the Pull That Makes No Sense
When your soul calls for a place, it rarely makes sense on paper.
It doesn’t explain itself.
It doesn’t justify the timing.
It doesn’t ask permission from practicality.
It speaks in sensations, not sentences.
The work is not to analyze it — but to listen.
To trust the parts of you that know before you do.
To follow what feels like home, even if you don’t yet know why.
So yes — Japan.
Japaaaaaaan.
I’m coming. Again and again and again.
Not to escape.
But to remember.
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