A New Old Life

The table is set for two. It’s been a while since I cooked for another human being. A while since I planned out an evening. A while since I embraced being in the kitchen. A while since I listened to Tracy Chapman and sipped on red wine while nibbling on Camembert cheese. This whole process feels really old to be so new. 

I’m hit with a strong sense of deja vu. It’s not that I haven’t done all these things before. It’s just that it’s been a while since I’ve wanted to do them. Since I’ve found joy in doing these things. I’ve been so focused on my career that I’d completely forgotten what it’s like to be at home. 

The chicken is on the stove. The rice is in the rice cooker. I used to enjoy cooking once upon a time. I relished putting things together in a pot and creating something. How did all that joy vanish and fade into nothingness?

I know the answer to that question. But there’s no point in rehashing bad memories. Not right now. Especially when…

New life. New name. New house. New job. 

Yep – I’m still in Japan. I packed up my place in Yokohama and moved to Tokyo to a neighbourhood I really like. I live a minute away from the train station. I’ve lived in apartments for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to live in a house. Climbing up and down a set of stairs. Sleeping in one place and eating in another. Having a sofa to sit on. A place that actually feels like home – and not just a place to do whatever needs to be done before moving onto the next working day. 

Anyways, here’s to all that new – as I re-remember all that’s old. 

Till next time, enjoy spring.