More than just spilled coffee and broken shoelaces

It's easy to wake up in Japan, just as I would in any other place in the world. I still put my pants on the same way, brush my teeth the same way, and still get pissed the same way when I can't find my damn keys. But it's the second I step out of my apartment when I am always gently reminded that I am still a a displaced foreigner in a very foreign land, 6000 miles away from home; an entire world apart. I'm the fish out of water.

Sometimes literally.