November 03, 2023
Woke up early to take the train with my family to Nishi-Tachikawa. We're visiting Showa Kinen Park. The wind has never felt nicer as it storms past my hair. I'm seeking for both the sun and the shade. It's the most perfect weather, and I am perfectly fine. The very few pictures I take can barely capture how absolutely breathtaking the scenery is. Conveniently, it's the fall season, and the trees display various saturations of colors. I wish I had at least a tiny percentage of Sylvia Plath's articulation to describe exactly as I see everything. The first thing I did right before entering the park and getting the tickets was to buy a water bottle from the vending machine. I am a very hydrated person. My baby brother saw the map to the place and wanted to go to Komorebi Village strictly because of the colored blocks he saw on the map. I can't blame him; he's five. Did you know "komorebi" means the sunlight that goes in between the trees, creating the best silhouettes of branches and leaves, not to mention how pretty the light filters through? There really are so few words to describe something exactly as it's perceived. Sure, it's subjective, but I want people to understand. So the main reason we went here was to actually bike around. We did, and it was the best ever. I didn't even experience the slightest tiredness. We took the route with certain arrows. I was originally with my brother, baby brother, and a couple of cousins, but my brother and I have been biking for our entire lives. I learned to bike with one hand when I was like four or five. It's a story for another day. We eventually left everyone behind. Before we did, we didn't notice how one of them literally fell off the hill part and crashed. It was funny. He walked up with his bike, and he had leaves stuck onto him like something out of an animated cartoon. We went around the whole park in the designated biking course and came across this playground. It was so big, and I swear every playground I've seen in Japan has no care for children's safety, but that's meant in a good way. I just know it builds the kids' endurance and strength. It was actually pretty big, with a lot of activities. I wasn't a kid anymore, but my baby brother was. There were a gazillion other kids playing around, and my baby brother joined in with them. I saw this one mud river thing, and my eyes genuinely lit up. It's been my absolute dream to play with a certain texture of mud, and right in front of me is what I've been looking for my whole entire life. It's a mud I saw from this one Sesame Street episode. Every year I'd remember it and look for that specific episode. It's so incredibly comforting. Sadly, I had no extra shirts to change into and couldn't get myself dirty. One day I'll be able to make my very own mud cake with a mud mug beside it on top of a mud table with mud stool chairs. My brother has always made fun of me for that weird mud dream I've always had. But it's a real thing. After that, my brother and I actually separated from everyone and explored around. It was all so pretty, until the forest ate us alive. We've gone around this roundabout a gazillion times but never found our way back. My brother and I were laughing so hard because there were also these two old couples whom we kept passing by. This was not on me though; my brother had been leading the directions, and I always knew it was wrong but was double-guessing. We eventually found our way back, but the people we were supposed to meet up with were no longer there. Luckily, the spot was located at the food area thing. I got an American hotdog. When my parents found us eventually, we ate with them for a bit, and I just stared off into the distance. The sky was very blue, and the clouds were very white. Before our time ended, our cousins toured us around a pretty place we had yet to see. I'm pretty sure we've only explored like 10 percent of the park. I did see the flower garden briefly when I passed by on my bike. We went to this ninja-looking village, and there was also this big lake thing with the prettiest trees surrounding it. It was so clear and reflecting different colors in each of its parts. We also went to the bonsai trees place, and we saw all the different kinds, ages, and sizes. There were more things we saw tied to Japanese culture, but altogether, it was a very refreshing sight and experience. Before we left, I found myself sitting on the sand, shaping a heart with rocks and putting Wacky's initial in the middle. I am seriously in love.
The day has yet to end. We took the train and went straight to Shinjuku. I mean, we had to see Godzilla for my baby brother, right? I did the 3D cat, so that's cool. I had another cute encounter with an old person. My baby brother was throwing a temper tantrum when the old man approached him and did a few tricks to make him laugh. He entertained my baby brother for a bit, and my brother was so confused that it actually stopped his crying. Not long after, when the old man's wife literally grabbed him, told him they had to cross. It was so cute. Before that, we went to yet another arcade. They decided to splurge on the Game Taito Station yet again. I, again, never participated in this because I simply do not have the skill for that. My cousin (favorite one) does though. My brother was really trying for this Majin Buu one, and he did eventually get it, after not even exaggerating, a hundred tries. They did the Kirby one my baby brother has also been itching to get with my cousin's help. It was hard. We had the staff help us a couple of times. Once probably an hour or two passed, we left the store and had about a handful of figurines. The people I was with all had different plans and decided to go on different paths. I knew that this was not a good idea. There's always certain steps that I know must strictly be clarified before doing anything. I knew pieces of information were missing, and this whole "meet us back" thing will not work out. Spoiler alert, I was right. I know I've been leading the way a lot as their sort of navigator, but I think the situation I was just at is officially a new achievement of this whole new level of independence. I can go alone in Shibuya because I know the place, but Shinjuku is a charted, but unfamiliar territory. I'm not usually allowed much independence because of my body frame and how I look like I'm 12. I am 17. Now Shinjuku has a lot of cases of people going missing, but Japan isn't a bad place; I'll manage. Long story short, my parents got lost, and I was looking for them. I did not word that sentence wrong. They genuinely needed my help. I had little to no contact since my sim wasn't exactly registered in Japan. I tried giving them directions, but in the end, they left me to literally find them. I eventually picked themup at the Game Station we were just at, and they won my baby brother this Luigi figurine. Who's the adult now? When we got back to Shibuya, they invited me for karaoke, but I was rejected because I did not look old enough. The man at the desk was genuinely concerned. In the end, I just bought a couple of hair products at the Donki across the street and went home.
I've been getting some news about the war between Palestine and Israel, and I haven't really done much research on it (sue me for the ignorance), but I saw protesters in Shinjuku and decided to deep dive into it. I know it's not anything recent, but it had just resurfaced, and I feel so incredibly bad.