I have this strange love and hate relationship with Tokyo…
I sorta can’t imagine I will be able to live anywhere else by myself/and be myself…
… but at the same time living here is sorta killing me in more than one way…

 

 

I used to love walking around Kita-aoyama and omotesando tiny back streets, when the weather is right. There are not many people around (if you don’t go to the main street or don’t cross into harajuku side) and there are tons of amusing shops and boutiques (like the store that sells old wooden chairs, or handmade imported leather notebooks, or amber accessories of all kinds)…
That day I found paper and custom card printing shop and ordered half-serious ‘business cards’, just because. I hardly ever got chance to use them thought.