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Moving to Tokyo

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The busy streets of Shibuya, Tokyo

A month ago, I took the bold step to up sticks and fly over to Tokyo, Japan. I am now living and working in this interesting and unique country teaching English (cliche, I know).

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Myself looking very happy that I arrived just in time for Hanami

The┬ábasic skeleton of Tokyo is pretty similar to London; a sprawling metropolis populated predominantly with professionals in their 20s and 30s. But a combination of Japanese culture, values and way of operating makes this place far more than just a concrete jungle, but also far different from cities on a similar scale – London and New York for instants.

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A raccoon statue outside an Izakaya (Japanese bar). One of my students told me thee are so common because his swollen stomach is a symbol of having too much beer and being satisfied

So, instead of using this blog to narrate the goings on in London, I am now switching to Tokyo and will hopefully be more productive with my articles and writing.

But for now, I have got to rush; time to go out and get some tempura!!

 

The Valentine’s Day Post

Well it’s Valentine’s day again. That wonderful feast day to celebrate the saint of love, marriage and strangely beekeeping.

But, being the bitter singleton that I am, and having never actually had a gift or a card from someone other than my mum on Valentine’s day (cue sad violins…) It’s only appropriate that I write a bitter post about the day.

To me, all these holidays and special occassions, Christmas, birthdays, weddings, mother’s day, Hallowe’en and even St Patrick’s Day have one thing in common; they organise when fun and happiness is supposed to be. And yes, there are many occasions that many of us have had great days, but there are also many where people haven’t.

Much like having a night out is usually the funnest when it is not planned, love is usually most honestly recognised when it is either unexpected or perfectly timed.

Don’t get me wrong, although the stalls selling roses sprouting up around London Bridge have made me cringe with jealousy, the thing is that I would actually adore to be given a bright red rose by someone who loves me.

But just because this holiday is here doesn’t mean love should be forced. And neither does it mean that we shouldn’t recognise it on other days of the year, when a great friend is there in a difficult time or a parent or carer is there doing their best to keep you warm, fed and dry.

Having love concentrated like this morphs Valentine’s day into something like Christmas; a retail, advertising and merchandise holiday which never truly expresses the depth of the emotion. And isn’t sensitive to lose who have been recently broken-hearted or lost a loved one.

Love is for life, not just for Valentine’s.