His puffy black coat pressed against my ratty H&M basic jacket; I believed I could hear a sigh coming from his sleeves, as I was pushed into the tiny space behind him.
It was an early morning in the Subway train of Toei Oedo Line. As usual, I departed from Kokuritsu Kyogijo Station since it was the closest station from my hut. And yes, by hut, I’m not exaggerating. I live in a 6.74 m2 room inside a so-called Sharehouse. Well, since space is really expensive here in Tokyo, for foreigners, they might be surprised by how small a person’s room would be, regardless of how high the rent is. Continue reading “My Weekdays Routine: Riding the Subway to the Gold Mine, (Rd: Commuting to the Office)”