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Originally Posted by SobaUdon
I miss the crowded streets. I miss eating delicious cheap soba that's better than the most expensive ones in my country. I miss all the pretty Japanese girls. I miss all the lights. I miss all the narrow streets with hundreds of shops in them. I miss the giant electronic stores. I miss spending the night at a manga cafe after missing the last train home.
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I miss packed bicycle lots, chirping Suica machines, watching people at Nagatacho eki, getting on the wrong train, finding the right car, balancing, looking out the window, being stranded in the station after work.
I miss hyakuen shops, yaoya, hard-off, tachisoba, tachiyomu, starbucks, excelsior (hotto doggu), lawson (chicken nuggets - "reddo"), mcdonalds, yoshinoya, ebiten, spaghetti and hanbaagu.
I miss running along Tokyo Bay, the raucous crows, electric buzzing semis, getting soaked in downpours during awful heat.
I miss 500 yen coins, member's cards, the post office, eco-, failing my driver's test the first time, not understanding anything at the kuyakusho.
I miss old ladies and old men, little kids walking to school, short skirts and baggy pants.
I miss every fallen leaf and every crack in the sidewalk.
This is about 1/1000 of what I could think of. And, although I now live in America, in what is arguably one of the safest/best cities in the world, it simply does not compare to life in Tokyo. I get very sad when I think about how life there is passing me by. But someday - I will return.