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Hiroshi’s enthusiasm is palpable. “Yes, indeed. I’d love to have it in my collection. Is there a way you could bring it to me today?”
I consider his request for a moment. “Of course, I can do that. Where should I bring it?”
Hiroshi seems pleased with my response. “I live in the outskirts of Tokyo, in Chofu.”
A sense of adventure stirs within me. “That sounds lovely. I’ll be there with your painting.”
Hiroshi offers, “I could arrange for a dispatch rider to pick it up from your place if that’s more convenient for you.”
However, I’m eager for the opportunity to explore this part of Tokyo. “Thank you, Hiroshi-san, but I’d prefer to bring it myself. It would be a nice change of scenery for me.”
We exchange details, and I hang up, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. I quickly order a ride, and as the car arrives, I can’t help but admire the immaculate cleanliness and efficiency of Tokyo’s transportation system.
As we drive through the city streets, I marvel at the blend of modernity and tradition that Tokyo so effortlessly embraces. Tall skyscrapers stand as a testament to its progress, while ancient temples nestled amid the urban landscape preserve the city’s rich history. The streets bustle with people, each lost in their own world, yet connected by the pulse of the city.
Our route takes us through the outskirts of Tokyo, where the landscape transitions from the urban jungle to a serene countryside. Verdant hills roll into the distance, and charming villages appear like snapshots from a bygone era. It’s a refreshing escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.
And then, in the distance, I see it—a majestic sight that takes my breath away. Mount Fuji, its snow-capped peak glistening in the morning sun, stands tall and proud against the horizon. I can’t contain my elation; it’s a sight I had dreamed of witnessing in person.
“Stop the car, please,” I request, my voice filled with awe.
The driver complies, and I step out onto the roadside, my gaze fixed on the iconic mountain. It feels as though time has momentarily stood still. Mount Fuji is more than just a natural wonder; it’s a symbol of Japan’s grandeur and resilience. I take out my phone to have a photo of it. Then, I make a selfie video, having the tip of the mount as the background.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp mountain air, and let the moment wash over me. It’s a memory I will cherish, a reminder of the incredible journey I have embarked upon. As I resume my ride to meet Hiroshi in Chofu, I feel that this encounter is more than just a transaction; it’s a chapter in my ongoing exploration of Japan, a country that continues to surprise and delight me with its beauty and charm.
Deep down, I hope that this peace will last. But could it?
Chapter Twelve
Derrick
MycomfortableJapanesehomeis bathed in a warm, golden glow from the setting sun. My laptop is in front of me as I sit at the dining table, my fingers clicking away on the keys. The chamber is filled with the gentle embrace of twilight, and the traditional Japanese artwork hanging on the walls lends to the peaceful ambience.
Wearing my cozy pajamas, I get into the core of my work. My agency specializes in helping immigrants who are coming into Japan get settled easily in their new communities. I find a lot of fulfillment in this role since it combines aspects of adventure and service. My employment gives me the freedom to manage my personal life and the needs of others.
I handle the specifics of a customer’s relocation, making sure that all the necessary arrangements are in place. It’s a meticulous process, from finding suitable accommodations to helping them with the intricacies of Japanese customs and traditions. The thrill of aiding someone on their journey of discovery is its own reward.
After a dedicated bout of work, I get up to stretch and have a glass of water. My phone rings, a piercing sound jolting me out of my reverie. I look over at the caller ID and discover that it’s one of my agents. Their timing is excellent, or maybe that’s just how the world works. Even if they can’t see it, I respond with a nod.
“Hello?” I greet, the glow of the laptop illuminating my face as I pull out my chair to sit.
The voice on the other end is punctuated with some mild excitement. “Good evening, sir,” he says.
“Yeah. Good evening,” I respond.
“Derrick-san, I’ve found a two-bedroom apartment somewhere in downtown Tokyo. I think it’s perfect for the clients coming in next month.”
I lean against the dining table, curiosity piqued. “Tell me more.”
My agent eagerly shares the details of the apartment, describing the cozy living space, the sliding doors that open into a small garden, and the view of some floral blossoms from the bedrooms. The location has its own charm, nestled between the old-world allure of traditional tea houses and the convenience of modern shopping streets.
As he speaks, I visualize the scene he paints with his words. The ambience of Tokyo in the evening, streetlamps casting a gentle glow on cobbled streets, and the scent of cherry blossoms wafting through the air. It’s a story woven through description, and I can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation.
My agent continues, “The apartment is in excellent condition, fully furnished and ready for our clients to move in. It’s in a peaceful neighborhood, Derrick-san. They’ll feel at home here.”
The idea of ensuring a seamless transition for these newcomers warms my heart. “Good work. I’ll come over to inspect it myself.” I pause. I can hear the man’s breathing from the other end of the phone. “Would it be possible if I come this evening?” I ask, not wanting to waste any time to jump on it.
I hear him make some unsure sounds and then mutter, “I’m still here. I’ll text you the address now. Just come immediately, because I have some other stuff to catch up with.”
