I don’t know how I let that happen, but every time I see anything, literally anything that reminds me of Tokyo, I always feel sudden urge to pack my stuff and go, possibly one-way. I seem to have romanticised it in my mind to a degree which is on the verge of being unhealthy (if only on the verge, heh). I can tell myself so many reasons not to be obsessed with this city, and yet I can’t do anything about it. Today, as I have a perfect “chance” to stay home, I went through two last Makoto Shinkai movies. “The Garden of Words” and “Your Name”. If I wouldn’t need a visa, I’d be packing. Shit. I am in love with Tokyo. Maybe I should really just move, huh?