This post was originally meant to be about burning off my baggages, sorrows, betrayals, tears, and egos that dragged me down to my lowest in 2013.

That train of thought got hijacked when Tokyo showed up as my location. Based on this moment plus the two unexpected “Japanese” episodes I encountered in Vancouver two weeks ago: seeing a young Japanese lady dressed in Kimono at a coffee shop and finding a 100yen in my change purse, I hope 2014 will be the year when I revisit some of my old stomping grounds.