A couple of weeks ago, I embarked on what one terms a 'working holiday' to Japan. Armed with my worldly possessions packed tightly into two bags, a passport, a visa, some money and my boyfriend, I arrived in Osaka, Japan.
As we'd just spent the five days preceding in Singapore, the fresh wintry air was a bit of a shock, despite anticipating it. Since then, we've been exploring our area on bikes and thoroughly enjoying the efficient transport system (something lacking from our previous home base).
We've been to Japan before - for a two week holiday - and it was on this basis that we decided this country would be a our working holiday destination. As Australians, there are a few options for working holidays - most choose working in a London pub or on the Canadian ski fields. For us, though, the challenge of a language barrier and the promise of endless ramen was more appealing.
Since we arrived we've been taking the holiday part of the 'working holiday' very literally - extremely lazy mornings, whole days spent indoors, whole days spent outdoors walking around until Google Fit tells us to increase our 'daily active minutes' target, Tuesday beers because we've lost all sense of what day of the week it is. Maybe some day we'll feel the need to work (or maybe once the coffers are low), but right now it's a very indulgent existence.
For now I'm relishing the time to let my mind simmer down to allow space for the creative juices to bubble up once more.