It was earlier this year when this trip happened out of nowhere. The lady and I took a week-long getaway to Japan partially to celebrate two occasions, which were great, only for us to return to a reality that saw me personally suffer a loss in remembering what actually happened in the week. And we're not even travellers who plan anything at all so you'll imagine if I hadn't had these pictures taken mostly with a potato for a camera.
Life gets in the way hard nowadays. I'd hardly processed half the photos taken two years ago in Tokyo even. Maybe I'll find some time this year. Who knows.
All I know for sure is that even though I struggled to remember the events, even if every shot was taken with a computer in a phone, I remembered the feelings as deeply as they occurred.
These are trips I live for.
Trips with you to the middle of nowhere with no fucking plans are what I live for.
Thank you for being the only person I'd ever enjoy traveling exploring the world with.
Herein lies the only socially tangible way to remember this trip by. Until the next one.
Wholly my favourite part of the trip and a best gift of gifts.
The part where I got sick of Osaka’s city already.
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