They say that opposites attract, but every day, Im
realising that shit attracts shit. For example, Im using Notepad to
write this because Word isnt working on my computer funny how life
seems to enjoy aligning every aspect, right down to even the most
I had my day planned, and for it to flow well, I had
to catch a ferry at 8:40AM. It was simple: 7:30 wake up; 8:15 buy
breakfast at the supermarket; 8:25 walk to 7/11 to take out cash;
8:35 buy ferry ticket; 8:40 board said ferry; 9:00 have a fucking
Instead, the supermarket was closed. Shit.
I moved onto the 7/11, ready to buy breakfast there instead and
withdraw cash I didnt have (literally my account was in the
negatives thanks to me transferring money to another account Id
also overdrawn, but I figured more overdrawing couldnt hurt).
After four attempts 20 000 the first time; 10 000
the next, then alternating between savings; and check I came to the
damning conclusion that I had 977 yen to last me seven days, the
equivalent of $12AUD. Shit. It was 987, but 10 escaped
into a crack in the table just as Id started to count it.
From there, the domino effect of zero cash meant no
ferry catching, no soul finding, and no gallery hopping, bicycle
riding nor Julia Roberts emulating a la Eat Pray Love.
Maybe I was being too cynical, and life hadnt led me
into a shit storm, but instead to the eye, where I could watch it
fall apart around me. In my last Air BnB, there was a poster in the
toilet with a quote from Marilyn Monroe that went something along
the lines of, Sometimes good things fall apart so that better
things can come together.
Yes, I really wished I was on a ferry to Teshima and
yes, I wished I wasnt stressed out of my mind over money every
waking minute of the day. But after all that complaining and
whinging, I was still in goddamn Japan. The sun was out, the wind
was calm, the sea was blue; I was sitting on a dusty, black leather
couch on the roof of an a...