March, one day spring, one day winter. Two years ago, I came to Japan for the first time.
I was planning to stay here for three months and then see. Then I came for one year. And then for another. Sometimes I feel I have been here much longer, but other times it feels it is been a blink of an eye.
Will I stay? Will I leave? For some time I have been living in some kind of what’s next and in between. I have turn into some kind of a person without a home, a despicable gypsy or a free nomad if one wants to use beautiful words. But I’m grateful. Perhaps, I couldn’t live any other life than this.
“I’m not quite sure where to go next” Iconic nomadic soul, exploring Japan