n. the feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness—to the extent you have to keep reminding yourself that it happened at all, even though it felt so vivid just days ago—which makes you wish you could smoothly cross-dissolve back into everyday life, or just hold the shutter open indefinitely and let one scene become superimposed on the next, so all your days would run together and you’d never have to call cut.
This word that I just came across accurately describes what I’m feeling right now. Granted, I can’t even pronounce the word and likely not even remember it after I post this, but whatevs. If you want a cool list of words that envelopes profound feelings and emotions you never knew how to put into words, look at this.
Anyway.
I just returned from a short trip to Kyushu (first time that far west! whee!) a couple of days ago, but it seems like a distant memory now! Fortunately I have photographic proof (all 1,000 shots of them, heh) that it wasn’t all just a dream.
This was a precious trip and I’m super glad Carys and I got to go on (mis)adventures and make new memories together, because god knows when we will get to travel together alone again…
We hopped from Fukuoka to Nagasaki to Kumamoto over 6 days, and here a teaser preview of what’s upcoming:
- Eating basashi (raw horse meat)
- Staying in a ryokan (Japanese inn) with our own private onsen attached + 10-course dinner + 10-course breakfast
- Visiting Gunkanjima (battleship island)
- Staying in a robot hotel
and some others you might have seen on my instagram.
New posts will be coming right up. There’s so much to tell! Stay tuned!
