The key is in Koreatown

Being unemployed is shrinking my world.  With far more free time but far less money than when I was tour leading, I no longer contemplate nipping overseas for a couple of weeks; now I rarely wander much more than a mile from my guesthouse.

Today was an exception.  Disappointed at missing out on a job I had set my hopes on, I needed a change of scene.  I went to Okubo, only 160 yen away on the Sobu line, home to Japan`s largest Korean community.  I had heard a lot about it but never had the chance to explore it properly.  So in true Korean tradition, I sat in Tullys coffee shop for 4 hours.

The combination of coffee, manga and chocolate cookie lifted my mood slightly, but when I eventually got back to my guesthouse at 7pm the darkness had descended again.  I felt very low.  No job, no income, no girlfriend.  In baseball terms, I was 7 down in the 8th with 12 runs needed off the last over.

Unwilling to face human company, I decided to avoid the communal kitchen.  I headed straight for my rabbit-hutch room to sulk in the straw.  Except I couldn`t open my cage; I`d lost my room key somewhere in Korean.

I`m now sat on Sobu line again heading back to the night lights of Okubo.  I`m smiling this time though.  My own foolishness has cheered me up, and now I have new, exciting problems to ponder, like where on earth am I going to sleep tonight?

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2 Responses to The key is in Koreatown

  1. ciaralong1986 says:

    Sorry you lost your key! That happened to me after living in my apartment for only 3 days. I had a mini adventure getting to the Leopalace office for my area and explaining what had happened with my extremely limited Japanese. The guy eventually rang his friend who spoke English and translated for both of us. I got a new key and then found the one I thought I’d lost in my bag a few days later. Felt like such an idiot

    • tomointokyo says:

      Ahhhh, sounds pretty traumatic. I bet the key hunt took your mind off everything else. I found the whole experience quite therapeutic. I felt like a conqueror by the end of the day. Perhaps in Shibuya this afternoon I might wander around with my passport hanging precariously out my pocket. Or perhaps I won`t.

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