Today, my dear ones, marks 1 year since I began posting on this blog in earnest. It lay fallow for much of my senior year as I scrambled about my animation project. The “Rabbit in the Moon” film is coming along, rather slowly I might add, but hopefully this hare movie will show some tortoise-like qualities and make its deadline despite its glacial pace. When I really think about this film that has been eating my weekends for the past seven months, I begin to realize that in a way my senior project has become a return to my roots. Whenever I pull out old pages of drawings that I did in kindergarten or some other long ago time when I couldn’t reach the bathroom sink without standing on something, the predominating themes seem to be magical flying rabbits and their long haired fairy guardians. All this moolah and time just to make my magic bunnies better? Alas, but NYU is so worth it.
Today also marks the anniversary of the my move to Nagoya and 5 years before that, my move to Tokyo. Five years ago today was the first time my feet hit Japanese soil (or asphalt as the case may be) – This is another instance when I could say I’ve come a long way without really changing the deep down state of things. I talk more prettily, perhaps, but still find myself eating the same melon pan and reading the same manga as I did way back when. Funny thing is, my new apartment is in close proximity to a number of Japanese shops, and with Japanese Karaoke-kan, bars, bakeries, and conbini right around the corner, its kind of the next best thing to instant teleportation in the event of a bout of sharp nostalgia. It’s the perfect compromise, and how I fear the inevitable expulsion from the Eden that is the Village. Enjoy it while it lasts, kiddo, ’cause “Time waits for no one.” (Toki wo Kakeru Shojo was just at the Children’s Film Festival – reason number 10384 to love this town)
So today was a good one, apart from the fact that my stomach churns with anxiety at the prospect of tomorrow’s vaccination. (Why do people get so worked up over needles, a tiny twinge that is dwarfed by the pain of, say, stubbing your toe?) The day was sunny, clear, and with a slight chance of deja vu. New York weather, aside from a few tentative attempts to muster up a Spring-like climate, has stayed brisk, or regarding this weekend’s blizzard, a bit more than that. It was full of overall niceness and good feelings, portfolio revisions and good Thai food. I think I’ll go to sleep now, before it wears off.