Every time I’ve come to Narita airport from Tokyo, it has been a sad trip. The perspective of leaving this megapolis that feels like my cute little hometown, has always made me cry. Many of the times I’ve ridden the bus to this airport, the rides have felt like 10 minutes.
But today was the saddest of them all. My 15 year old son has left Tokyo after living one year with me. The two of us.
He came as a boy and left as a man. I saw him grow centimeters in front of my eyes, heard his voice change and felt the distance that grew — but also somehow shrank — between us. There were many laughs, many tears and many moments where I wondered where the hell this boy was. Having the luxury of living in this safety paradise helped me let him go. Can’t even imagine that just 12 months ago I was so worried of leaving him alone in the house for some hours. Now sometimes it days would pass without seeing him. Such a long road and it felt like a breath ago. Thanks Anton for the great times, for teaching me so much about you, about myself, about letting go and about true love.
I will see you in a month but it surely will feel like a year.