Frances MM Rebollido

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Toyama, Japan
2018



The trip was an opportunity for me to converse with myself during moments of solitude, and there is a certain sense of ease when you are right smack in the middle of unfamiliar territory – never really seeing myself as part of the picture but rather a spectator of a world with elements that I don’t get to see back home.

In other words, it was a break from my reality, as all trips should feel.

Takaoka was my home for a week, and this sleepy town made me hear myself clearer than any other place could. 

My first evening, I felt the crushing desolation that seemed to hang from the air as I went around the nearby park. It followed me back to my hotel room and invited disturbing visions in my head. As the week rolled on though, I found myself blending into its demeanor.

There are many things that I took notice of in this place that I would not have otherwise seen if I were one of its inhabitants.
Without any knowledge of the local bus network, I had to walk to and from the hotel. In no way was this a bad thing, as it allowed me to get closer to and romanticize the minute details in this town.
I took my time in its streets, and over time felt comfort from its unassuming character.
I wrote my family an update during my trip, and my father asked if I am finding my self already. Or that he hoped I was. The question startled me. I didn't know it then, but I realize now, it being my first long-distance trip alone, that that very well may have been the beginning of my years-long discovery of my self, which continues to this day.