Letter from Tokyo: No Borders

Hi Friends, Tonight, I went to my former home Borderless House, where I haven’t been in three weeks (too long). I’ve truly missed Borderless, especially since in my new house (Sakura House-Hakozakicho) I’ve only met two people (two boring people), and it’s deathly quiet. I know I wanted my privacy, craved it even, and I appreciate it after all the […]

Not A Race Thing, A Human Thing…

Dear Friends, As you know, this blog isn’t a place for my political beliefs (as I care little about politics ), or any kind of news source, but I haven’t been able to keep one particular news story off my mind. Somehow, sometimes, we forget that we’re all one indivisible human consciousness and what happens to […]

My Last First

Dear Friends, Two hours ago, after our morning classes, LD, B and I went to the Maruzen next to our workplace for waffles and curry (LD‘s stomach has confirmed that his curry order was a misguided choice). As we enjoyed the sun, warming our backs through the glass windows, and the silence of the cafe, LD wondered aloud about the […]

Friday with Friday

Dear Friends, Today, my friend Friday ditched work to hang out with me on a sunny, albeit still too chilly for my taste, day. Usually, on my day off, I sleep until late, wake up, snooze for three more hours, then rise to meet a friend or two for dinner and drinks. Typically, day off activities begin […]

“What You Say?”

These last few weeks have been calm, but in a “quiet before a stormy breakdown” kind of way, not in a relaxed “oh, listen to the wind in the willows, while you sip a chilled lemonade” kind of way. The never-ending cold weather and feeling of general blah-ness dulled the party in my mind (and […]

Prodigal Sons (A Beginning)

 The younger son gathered all he had and took a journey into a far country, and there he squandered his property in reckless living. (Luke 15:13 ESV) 1) CJ‘s a Brit who’s lived in Japan for sixteen years. He’s a thirty-five year old father of three sons. He hates Japan, but loves it too. True ambivalence. I […]