Eating cornflakes in bed at 10:44pm I find myself oddly happy on my own and resigned to the fact that tomorrow is another day just like the last. This thought, however, is not a pessimistic one, and hasn't come about due to any lack of inspiration or change...no, it's just a feeling that's nice to have sometimes when you're eating cereal in bed at 10:44pm; happiness.

I am, meanwhile, finding myself falling back in love with the phenomenon that can only be understood after one spends time living everyday life in this profoundly perplexing place. It is found in moments when you will hear me say "only in Japan!" Nowhere else have I witnnessed the dichotomy that presents itself to me daily here - a fascinating intertwining of innocence and experience; seriousness and childishness; ignorance and knowledge; sense and nonsense!

There is so much more to be said, but I'll leave it there so as not to spoil my calm sense of cornflake-fuelled contentment with tiredness.

Goodnight, speak soon, take your coat xx