The first 24 hours in Tokyo did wonders for my soul. The view from the 27th floor balcony (the building where I'm staying) pans out into skyscrapers, office buildings, embassies and Tokyo Tower so close I feel I can touch it. Red lights on rooftops blink as far as I can see. This is a key ingredient for my recipe of happiness. I can already sense myself healing.
I've already cried. My first night here was my first night without a dream in over a month. I feel more like myself than I have in months. Life is good.
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