Everyone asks me, "Why you come to Japan?" Leave me alone, I have no answer for this.
My first trip abroad was to the Czech Republic. I was 17. I lost my virginity, got drunk, fell in love, looked out over Prague and knew I'd be in foreign cities for the rest of my life.
I agreed to go to college first, a decisions I'm still not sure about. The main reason I did it was so I could have a degree, which I knew would make it easier for me to get jobs overseas. I started studying Japanese randomly, and in 2005 I did a homestay in Japan.
When I got back home I made some Japanese friends. I volunteered as a tutor and conversation partner for Japanese students at my university. My friend Miu invited me to stay at her apartment in Tokyo the next summer. If my mother had known what I could see from the window of that room in Shimo-Ochiai, she'd have just said goodbye.
All of these photos were taken from that room. I was like Heidi in the Alps when she couldn't sleep because she kept opening her eyes to look at the stars. I fell in love with Tokyo. I'm still in love with Tokyo. I don't know why. What do other people say?