Last week, I went to Japan. 

I ate like a prince, and witnessed the beauty and wonder of nature. I felt the buzz of the city nightlife. I sat in a lot of trains. And I met some incredible people whom I’ll never forget.

Then I came back.

I flew back on Thanksgiving, and went straight from rolls of nigiri to turkey and mashed potatoes.

Days after, with the tryptophan and jet lag waning, I’m still left with this heavy feeling. It’s more like a deep impression.