A rainy day. So it starts like a rainy day.
Opend the 1kg Kimuchi bag, purchased at Frere Tang on the weekend. To mix with natto with rice.
It tasted just like what I tasted every single day when I was a student, in Tokyo. I used to purchase kimuchi in a small bin, in Don Quijote I think, because it as the cheapest.
It was when they said eating kimuch makes you skinnier. So without liking or not, I ate it. Natto, because I was not a big cook.
Now I taste it, it felt like the best thing in the world.
The memory and nostalgia adds such a value on whatever.
I wonder what will be what makes my son feel this way, years and years from now.
It will probably what he would invent himself, like me in that tiny apartment in Tokyo, away from my parents.