Untitled — 1 year ago
I was born in London, but my mother is Japanese. Up until I was five years old she took me back to Japan twice a year to see my family in Hiroshima. The year I turned five I started going on my own. I can still remember the stewardess holding my hand and walking me through to get my luggage and fine my grandparents. We’d get the bullet train back to Hiroshimaeki, and drive home from there. They live up a mountain, it’s a very pretty place. I spent alot of time just runnign up and down the mountain looking for monkeys (alas I never found any).. I’m 20 now, and I sitll go back there. And when I do everyone remembers me. I was the little blonde girls who used to run up to people and pounce on them hugging them. sigh Oh, and there’s an increidbly yummy yakiniku place near the Hiroshima Station. “YakiYakiTei”. It’s near the fire station, and has been run by the same family for as long as i’ve been going there…
