The soil here no longer nourished me, so I relied on Miracle-Gro, which somewhat impaired my growth, so I decided that it was time to finally uproot and transplant into another city–halfway around the globe. The new supercity is a warm combination of familiar cities: NYC population and subway system (Metro), Chicago pedestrian flow, freeze and chill, LA sprawl, SF fog, Seattle gloom, Honolulu rain, Tokyo humidity, mixed with occasional sunshine and snowy days. Last, but not least, it magnificently mirrored my hometown, from the varied geography of Southern California to the coffee shops, bars, coastline, Old Town, and self-proclaimed moniker as a beer city.
Then there’s the people. As we sang and danced around the office, speaking in Japanese, and bonding over Japanese food/culture, I remembered a question my sister asked before I left: how long does it take before you consider a place home?
I probably lucked out because this city holds so many aspects of places I’ve loved. Family and lifelong friendships aside, I think the one thing that truly makes a new place feel like home is the people you meet and connections you make, especially with those who are like-minded. So after taking the subway to Subway and losing myself in the LIT AF cityscape, the guilt of leaving my hometown finally vanished. This is where I’m supposed to be now. My new soil.
I’m also a walk away from two Uniqlos and H&M, so that’s tight.