The city: The old towns

I love leaving Tokyo, and then I realize, I’m a contradiction, because in my twenties I dreamed of living here, and now that I do. I dream of leaving.

I dream of living somewhere quiet, empty, solitary and why not? Remote. Because, I love arriving in old towns, where life seems to run at a slower speed than our beloved and turbulent Tokyo.

I love walking in its empty streets discovering its glorious past while learning, and imagining it alive. But to be honest, I don’t dare entering in the abandoned houses because I fear a grumpy spirit might find my curiosity an intrusion and let me know its displeasure with a well-deserved apparition. So, I play it safe and don’t risk it.

I also enjoy the contact with nature, its immensity, intensity, and beauty that always dazzle me leaving me asking questions that will never be answered.

I love leaving the city but then when I come back to it. Its rhythm, energy, and magnetism pull to me it again. And decide that I was never meant to leave the chaos after all.

Originally published at on October 4, 2017.

Yoneko Shiraishi is a writer, who loves sharing posts about life, and love. She also works as a consultant

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