Japan hit by typhoon! Earthquake!

Sarju made a really good point today: it seems that catastrophe follows wherever I set foot. Except that I haven't set foot in Tokyo... yet.

*evil laughter*

The weather has been lovely here in Hiroshima, and I hadn't a clue about the earthquake until Canada, Finland and Germany called today. At first I thought it was just a joke. Then I remembered the images of landslides and stopped trains on the national news last night... I thought it all had to do with heavy rains, since I don't understand Japanese and they didn't show a sign clearly demonstrating earthquake hit here. Or then they did... and I just took the wide yellow circle, with a blue dot in the middle of it and off the coast of Tokyo, for an illustration of the typhoon's position, when in reality it portrayed the earthquake's epicentre and it's effective out-reach.


Even though I didn't get to see all I wanted to see, my time here in Hiroshima has been... oddly blissful. I truly feel at home. It pains me to think that a train is whisking me away to (typhoon and earthquake -struck) Tokyo in less than seven hours.

It actually makes me want to cry.
I've never felt like this in any place before.

Am I just craving for some settling down, for a pause, or is this truly some sort of destination, a home waiting to welcome me in this lifetime?

I can easily imagine myself spending the next days, weeks, months, years here. I truly Love Hiroshima and don't want to leave, as odd as it may seem.

I've been walking around thinking "it can't be, it can't be," the whole day long. Perhaps it is time to move on and see whether the feeling will linger or whether it'll puff away like so many other feelings I thought would stick around until I was dead, burned and used as fertiliser for a little tree.