Shibuya, Tokyo, January 11, 2004. Mamiya 645, 55mm/2.8.
We’re back, and as was predicted (or promised?) there was no posting done from the technological hinterland that was Hawaii. Of course Hawaii itself isn’t technologically remote, just that my time there was spent far removed from the computers and clicks the occupy far too much of my time here at home (as I’m proving to myself all too easily this week as I catch up on my emails and mailing lists and RSS feeds).
Here at home. Now there’s a strange concept, Japan as home. For better or worse, it’s here that’s home now. As much as I wanted it to be otherwise, Hawaii is no longer my home, just a vast and endless repository of memories and recollections. I suppose for some that would mean home, but for me, for various reasons, it doesn’t.
(The above pic has no direct relationship to this post, in case you were left wondering.)
Living in NYC for the past 2-years, I often think about “home” and what it means to me. Having lived a third of my life (post University) in and around Tokyo, and having married to a Japanese (Edo-ko) lady, I truly consider Tokyo my home.