There are no tears to be shed. We'll be okay. As you know, my girlfriend (formerly known as the assistant), is heading to France today. I accompanied her to the airport to see her off.
It's hard to say goodbye, but it's all for the better.
Be safe 紗織. And don't worry about us. We'll see you in a few days...
As I sat by myself on the train ride home, I suddenly felt so alone. It started hitting me. Why AM I still in Tokyo?!? So to ease the loneliness for a bit, I stopped by Kururi (麺処くるり 高田馬場店) in Takadanobaba.
It felt good to see a familiar face. Like everyone else in this town, Kurai-san was hard at work.
Kururi is known for their award-winning Miso Ramen.
Thick, viscous, fatty, and hot. Miso ramen at its finest.
Thank you Kurai-san for helping to ease the pain.
I must admit, I briefly started to panic tonight. Not hysterically, but just trying to convince everyone around me how serious I thought the situation was. In the span of an hour, it seemed like everyone was telling me to leave. I was receiving tons of emails and fb posts from all my relatives and friends repeating over and over what I already knew. "The government is lying." "You are crazy for staying!" "If you don't leave now it's gonna be too late." It was driving me crazy.
So we decided to close early...
Kimura-san and I went to grab a quick bite for dinner.
And then a quick drink at the 808 Lounge.
The boss wants us to stay open and continue to ganbare. The boss also lives in Kyushu and doesn't know what it feels like in Tokyo. I think we are pretty much ganbare'd out. We are all gonna get together tomorrow and decide amongst ourselves if we should close, regardless of what boss says. I'm really worried about Shuga's pregnant wife. If anything, she needs to get out of Tokyo the most. I'll keep you posted.