Nippon πŸ‡―πŸ‡΅πŸ‡―πŸ‡΅πŸ‡―πŸ‡΅

I woke up today dreaming of Japan. Again. πŸ˜…

Literally. Like I vividly saw Shibuya Crossing, Mt. Fuji, Tokyo Skytree, Akihabara – to name just a few – in my dream. And I was simply walking through it. Or floating. Or flying. I don’t really remember that part much. You know how dreams sometimes are. πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚

And the funny thing here is – I’ve never been to Japan yet. Ever.

Oh sure, I’ve stopped there during some trips abroad on a layover. Stayed in the airport for an hour or so. But never went out and explored.

And another funny thing about that? I had bawled, every single time my plane would land or take off from Narita Airport. Yep. Bawled.

Weird huh?

Japan has been calling my soul for the longest time now. Ever since I was a child, I suppose. To the point that I even thought of studying there after high school. Even pursuing masters there after college. It was my first choice, always.

Japan has such a strong hold on me that even though I forgot about the Land of the Rising Sun for a bit when I migrated here to the US back in 2006, I will always subconsciously veer towards it in other ways – be it food (Japanese curry and ramen is a must. ALWAYS), movies (goodness, all those psycho-thrillers they produce makes me want to intern with them), anime and manga (’nuff said) music (holler at ya girl about Jpop and Jrock!), etc.

Last year though – around September, Japan started knocking again. I don’t really remember what prompted it or what triggered it. But I remember suddenly tweeting that Japan is suddenly calling my soul. Yet again.

And then the dreams started. Perhaps because even in my waking hours, I’m thinking of it that it, most of the time, translates into my dreams. I don’t have a specific reason as to why it is so. Just that it is so.

I want to get lost in Japan’s embrace. I don’t know what I will find or why I need to be – but perhaps being lost here is what my soul needs. I want to wake up in Japan, not knowing where to go or what reason there is as to why I’m there.

Maybe with this – I will know why Japan always had a hold on me. Maybe by getting lost – I will find why Japan has always called me.


Photo credits: @Kostennn over at Twitter “A Night In Tokyo” Visit his website at

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