It Feels Like Forever

by Brenna Holeman


Degi Hari

Degi Hari


Degi Hari

Degi Hari


Degi Hari


Degi Hari

 Osaka and Kyoto, Japan
(all photos taken with my Superheadz Harinenzumi camera)

As some of you may know, I lived in Japan for over two years; I left last October to travel the world for a little while.

It’s difficult to put into words what I’ve been experiencing while on the road, seeing what is happening to that country I so cherish, that country I called home for longer than anything but Canada. I found out about the earthquake/tsunami in a horrible fashion, stuck in traffic on a hot day in Jaipur, India, with no access to the internet and no way to know if my friends were all right. Thankfully, everyone I know is indeed okay, but that doesn’t mean that my heart hasn’t been filled with a sadness I have not been able to adequately express on this blog or to anyone, for that matter. It’s a strange feeling, to be so unable to help when Japan is so in need of help; I feel that I owe it something. I barely have access to the news, so I feel even more disconnected than I might if I were in Canada or in a country with reliable and readily available internet.

And so, in quiet moments such as last night, after a jovial evening drinking millet wine and eating dried buffalo meat while staying in a homestay deep in the Himalayas, perhaps all I can do is reflect on all of the great memories I have of Japan. Every day I think of Japan, and every day I pray that the situation will get better, that the situation is getting better. I hope that you are doing the same.

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kls April 4, 2011 - 2:45 am

great post. i find sometimes it’s easy to wrapped in your own life and daily excursions when you travel, so i’m glad to see you are keeping up with the news and thinking of japan. we all are here in korea too.

This Battered Suitcase April 4, 2011 - 12:33 pm

Thanks Kerrilyn…xoxo

Alexandra April 5, 2011 - 3:40 pm

I LOVE YOUR BLOG! So cute and so similar to my travel dreams. I am now following, check out my work in progress:


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