Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a watchmaker in Nambu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, no sugar. The barista, this dude named Kenji, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I need my brain to function, ya know?
After that, I stroll down to my shop on Sakae-dōri. It’s a tiny place, but it’s mine. I’ve got clocks everywhere—big ones, small ones, some that look like they belong in a sci-fi movie. I’m all set to fix this old pocket watch for a customer. It’s a family heirloom, and the guy’s all nervous about it. I’m like, “Chill, man. I got this.”
But then, BAM! Power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, surrounded by ticking clocks. It’s like a horror movie waiting to happen. I’m fumbling around for my flashlight, and I knock over a whole shelf of watches. They go clattering everywhere. I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great, just great!”
Finally, the lights flicker back on. I’m sweating bullets, but I manage to fix the watch. The guy comes back, and his face lights up. “You saved it!” he says. I’m grinning ear to ear. That’s the high point of my day, for sure.
But then, I decide to take a break. I head over to the Nambu Park. It’s beautiful there, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere, people chillin’ on benches. I sit down, take a deep breath, and just soak it all in. But then, this kid runs by, and BOOM! He knocks my hat off. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, right?
So, I’m trying to enjoy my moment, but then I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m half impressed, half terrified. I mean, who juggles fire in a city like this?
After that, I head back to the shop. I’m ready to call it a day, but then my buddy Taro swings by. He’s got this wild idea to hit up a karaoke bar. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t sing!” But he drags me along anyway.
We get to this place on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed. People are belting out tunes like they’re rock stars. I’m sweating bullets again. Taro shoves the mic in my hand. “You gotta do it!” So, I pick a song—something classic. I start singing, and it’s a disaster. People are laughing, but I’m having a blast.
By the end of the night, I’m feeling like a rock star, even if I butchered the song. We stumble out of the bar, and I’m just grateful for the craziness of the day. Nambu, man, it’s wild.
So, I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t help but smile. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I love this city, with all its quirks and surprises. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!