The nerves, the excitement, the journey

I'm going to Tokyo again. Something that for awhile I thought would not be possible and for awhile thought was a once in a life time experience that would eventually become nothing more than a pleasant memory. In only two days I will be on a jetliner half way across the world in a place that has more in common with Blade Runner than nay New York or LA could ever come up with. I'll be in a concrete jungle drenched in neon and towering monoliths of steel and glass. I'm back in the city I love and for a week and a half, she's mine again.

It's like visiting an old friend again, or rather an old significant other you left for a while only to be back in her arms, with her as beautiful as you remember her, as youthful and vigorous as ever and ready to welcome you back in her loving arms. Tokyo is a city that gives as much as you want to take and does it with a smile. She loves you, as much as you love her. Tokyo is your city, a love story in neon, a love song of flashing lights and moving crowds.

I go to Tokyo not entirely for fun, I go for a trip which may very well be a building block to my future, an opportunity to come back to Tokyo and not as a visitor or some distanced traveler from afar but as a resident. Someone who can experience the city and it's lifestyle on a daily basis and be a part of it's electric atmosphere. It's too early to say if I'll be successful or not, but I can hope, work, and dream until I make my dream. May not be in a few weeks or even a few years but I can't say no to working here, to staying here to being a part of the city I love.

That's why I continuously work and try to continuously get better. The carrot at the end of the stick gets closer everyday. A dreamy light bright colored stick and carrot, the most delicious kind.