When I'm an old woman, shuffling around a house I've lived in for years (so much so that the faded carpet has traffic marks from my sitting chair to the back room...) I will claps my arthritic hands, and remember. I will be back in this beautiful place. Twenty-one years old. Free and wild, a young woman on her own in Japan. Beautiful, smiling, and forever knowing the peace that comes with finding a place such as this.