It’s my anniversary. One year ago today I moved to this city. I put my whole life in Japan into neat little boxes, I quit my job, and I left my friends. I came here with nothing. Mamoru became a ghost.
At first, it was easy to find a couple of steady freelance jobs. Then I went to America for almost three months and never properly adjusted to life here. Then I came back. Every day was a struggle. I fought with depression. I fought with anxiety. I fought to get out of bed. I lied around and I cried. I cried a lot.
Then I started yoga. This is where I met Kunzite. We clicked immediately. Shortly thereafter, I met Kotono. I had a friend group. I met Demande. I got a job at Company H. I met Michiru. I started my job at Company H. I loved it. I met Yuichiro, but I didn’t know about the music at this point.
Summer happened. I met Rei. Then I met the music. I met Shingo. Then I fell in love with the music. Then I met Gurio and a handful of other people who I don’t talk about enough to give them pseudonyms (but are still cool). Music, music, music. All the music and all the people in that scene made me feel more welcome in this place than I’ve ever felt in any place in Japan.
One year ago today, Mamoru and I moved here. It’s not been any easy year. There have been lots of downs and a few ups. There have been many fights and too many tears to count. But there has also been so much joy, so much laughter, and so much beauty here. I never thought I would like this place. It never even crossed my mind that I would love it.
I’m so thankful for all the wonderful friendships and the beautiful music this city has brought me.
I love you.