Fushimi Inari Taisha, Kyoto, Japan
Last night I dreamed of Japan. I was walking on the narrow streets of Tokyo, getting lost between the torii gates of Fushimi Inari and ate sushi in that small restaurant of Osaka. It felt I was truly back there and when I woke up my heart was aching. It has been two years but Japan has never left my heart. I have tried to get this feeling while visiting other countries and countless cities around the world but it never works. There was something different in the way Japan made me feel. It was like finding a lost home.
We have been talking about going to Japan with my mom so the hollow feelings and dreams full of memories must be because of that. Japan is drawing me to come back. Two years feels like forever. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine me back there. I was totally alone and still so full of life. My travel romance was with this country and its culture, not just with some random dude from my hostel. I miss Japan like I miss Finland when I am traveling far away from my home country.
Viivi & Homesickness