Today I went to the Edo Tokyo Museum. The above picture is from the entrance, where you can cross a replica of the Edo-period Nihonbashi. It is the same width as the original, and half the length. Nihonbashi, though now a concrete bridge with nowhere near the glory of the former bridge, is still the point from which milestones are measured.
I was thinking of doing a guide to areas surrounding the stations on the Yamanote line if I were able to stay in Tokyo for longer. I'd use it as a way to maybe get a job as a travel writer or something.
Yesterday was a weird day. I first noticed something was different when I rode the train to a bookstore near the imperial palace - the train's announcements of the stations was uncharacteristically off by one station, and the bookstore, along with an underground passage connected to it, was closed, unannounced. I wandered around for about 15 minutes to make sure I hadn't missed anything, then decided to go to the Shinjuku branch of the bookstore.
I just got a(n encouraging) response for the first time!
I should hate Tokyo. It's way too big. Before I came to Japan, I'd thought about working on an organic farm in the middle of nowhere. I was sick of living in the city, sick of grey instead of green. So I still have a hard time understanding why I like a place where so many people live.