Yesterday, upon arriving in Tokyo, Jason and I revisited this izakaya, nestled under the train tracks, where we had our first date. Everything looked the same, though the menu was different and the restaurant may have changed hands. (difficult to tell given the language barrier). In July 2010, I was single, drank an entire pint of beer (maybe two), and could stay up until the wee hours of the morning with no ill effects.
This time, we had three in our party, I drank a ginger ale (which baby grabbed and knocked over), and I took a two hour nap today. Hard to believe how much life has changed, but am still loving the journey that began at this tiny hole in the wall five years ago.
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