When one is looking for a home, all the sudden everyone else's dwellings begin to seem so inviting and worthy of jealousy. I have lived in 30 different homes and I am still under 30 years old! Sounds kind of insane, but it doesn't actually feel that weird. I am a mover. I have been doing it all my life and I must say that I am getting damn good at it. However there are times when all you want is a cozy place to rest your head, a place that is your own.
One of my very favorite homes I have ever lived in was in Zoshigaya in Tokyo. It's is the place where Ebony and I met. She met me in the graveyard near her house in Tokyo to show me her spare room for rent. Who knew that we would warp into Ambony!?!?!
A walk through a eerily magical graveyard...
...takes you to a small hidden little pathway....
...which leads you up to one amazing old Japanese house, we liked to call HOME!
Old sliding doors and tatami floors...
A bathroom so small you couldn't even shut the door all the way when u were sitting down on the floor toilet. Guess it would have been easier if we weren't such gigantic gaijins.
So until I find a home, I will keep fantasizing about my dream home....a combo of many of the places I have laid my head to rest, and many places I have yet to visit.
