Every time I watch Lost in Translation, I immediately want to jump a plane to Japan. I have been in the Need to go to Japan to find myself phase for quite some time now and the Canadian made me promise to not book plane tickets if he agreed to watch Bob and Charlotte tonight.

So no, I haven’t booked anything yet, but my longing for Japan is stronger and stronger all the time. Seeing Lost in Translation doesn’t really cause a yearning to go hang out in a bar in Tokyo at 3am and it doesn’t really make me want to go to parties with a Japanese Charlie Brown, however it does get me every time.

It’s the quiet scenes in Kyoto, the scene where she learns Ikebana… it’s laughing at myself when Charlotte declares that every girl takes stupid photos of their feet.

I’ve sat on that train, with those headphones over my ears, with that music in my head as I sailed by countryside that was not my own. I’ve had those thoughts about life, on that train…and I want to do it again. That train was never in Japan but I’ve been on that train.

I doubt I’ll find myself in Tokyo, I think I know who I am for the most part, yet I always have this thing deep inside me that wants to experience cultures and things totally new, things that are scary and out of my comfort zone.

Maybe I just want to be in a Sofia Coppola movie. Maybe Thom and I can chat about it someday (You’ll have to ask Sean about that).

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