First night

I was tired and exhausted after my plane ride and train ride into Tokyo, so I just wanted to go home. But Nana wanted to make a stop at a restaurant. Whatever, I said. It'll only take a minute. 

Surprise! There were 7 of my supportive and kind friends, who only knew me for a month, taking time out of their busy lives to meet with me and even make me a sign. All-you-can-eat, with special consideration to my veggie-ness. Funny stories, feeling weak in my Japanese but participating as much as I can (and enduring the relentless compliments.) Walking an empty harajuku at 10pm on a weeknight. Getting a ride from Yuta all the way home instead of having to take the train home. (Yay!) Singing Ariana Grande at the top of my lungs (to my later regret.) A nice warm shower and cozy bed. (Though I woke up at 8 unable to go back to sleep for probably the first time in my life...stupid jet lag.)