A great thing I’ve noticed about being in Tokyo: it’s okay to eat by yourself, and it’s even a disadvantage to come in groups or with one of your yappy friends, especially when these tight cozy spots have you elbow-to-elbow, allowing you to hear even the tiniest of ramen bowl slurps. I love, love how it’s okay to be alone in this country. Last night, I also found myself in a fast food joint (don’t judge), where I was surrounded by six other women, also sitting alone at tables, wolfing down their sloppy burger combos.
This city is clearly populated with my soulmates. So much peace here — the ongoing love affair continues.