Good morning

In Shimo-Kita there was this very cute little breakfast waffle shop. They had mediocore waffles with smoked salmon ontop and a little bit of a light salad. This was a lonely Sunday breakfast that i'd eat by myself. And that was the cafe where I think i discovered this band. Some song from this album was playing while I was there. I was taking turns eating my delcious waffle and writing post cards to friends in San Francisco and friend's I'd just made in Taiwan, or who for whatever reason ended up in Taiwan. I had such a huge stack of postcards i'd write. Sometimes 5 or 10. I wrote them because I didn't know how else to connect. Messaging them online was fun and all but something about putting pen to paper and just writing down some random story about my new life in Tokyo felt more real to me. It felt....like I was able to just share something and mail it out and not worry about needing them to respond. And so this would become a weekly thing for me because I was having such a hard time meeting friends. I tried to make friends...i'd socialize at work...i'd try going to bars....i'd try going to meetups. I tried dating so much. But nothing totally just clicked. But that's normal when you're alone in a brand new place and trying to figure out how things work. When you don't have a cohort going through the same experience, its just you existing in this awkward unbelonging state all by yourself. So i wrote postcards. I'm pretty sure my friends back then didn't know what to make of my postcards, they were a bit all over the place. But I thought of them as trying to copy down a part of myself and entrusting that piece with my friends. Someplace safer than just with me so that when the time came, I could re-collect all those little bits and put myself back together.