Sometimes parents are wrong, but sometimes they are so right.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted something original, so I’ll post this because it was one of the most amazing moments in my life. Against my insistence to abstain from travelling to save up, my parents urged me to go to Japan last winter. They were very worried about my depression, fearing that I was becoming suicidal, and they knew how much I loved Japan. 

Sometimes parents are wrong, but sometimes they are so right. I had such an amazing winter trip, and the highlight of it was getting to wear this kimono. It was a dream. I believe you can buy a house in Japan with this kimono. My grandmother set up a surprise photoshoot for me, and the local kimono shop owner was so generous. She herself dressed me. But in fact, no one else could have. Putting on a kimono is an esoteric craft.

I still can’t get over the kindness that was shown to me. As if the whole opportunity wasn’t enough, the shop owner gave me a beautiful red scarf. Yes, the red scarf. The one I wore in some self-portraits I have posted. I remembered I cried. I cried because I almost decided to miss out on having this experience.