Man, today was a wild ride in Tsubata. Like, seriously, I thought I was just gonna edit some stuff, chill, you know? But nah, the universe had other plans.
So, I woke up late. Classic me, right? I sprinted outta my apartment on Koshinmachi Street, hair all over the place. I mean, who needs a comb when you’ve got the wind? 😂 Grabbed a quick coffee at that little joint on the corner—Tsubata Coffee. Best brew in town, no cap. The barista, Yuki, always knows my order. She’s a gem.
Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all hyped, when I hear this loud crash. Like, what the heck? I turn around, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. I rush over, heart racing. He’s fine, just a bit bruised. But his bike? Oof. It looked like it had a bad breakup. I helped him up, and he was like, “Thanks, man! I thought I was done for!” I laughed, told him to stick to walking.
Then, I decided to stroll down to the Tsubata River. It’s so pretty there, especially in the fall. The leaves were all orange and red, like a freaking postcard. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag. One of ‘em tripped and fell right in front of me. I was like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughed it off. Kids are tough, man.
But then, I got mad. Like, really mad. I saw this guy littering. Ugh! I mean, come on! Tsubata’s got enough charm without trash everywhere. I yelled, “Hey! Pick that up!” He just looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, I might be a little crazy, but still! Respect the city, man!
After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the Tsubata Shopping Street. It’s got everything—food, clothes, random knick-knacks. I found this cute little shop selling handmade crafts. The owner, an old lady, was super sweet. She told me stories about Tsubata’s history. Did you know it used to be a major post town? Crazy, right?
I bought a little charm from her. It’s supposed to bring good luck. I need all the luck I can get, honestly.
Then, I bumped into my buddy Kenji. We decided to grab lunch at this ramen place on Shimozato Street. Best ramen ever! I swear, I could live off that stuff. We were just chilling, laughing about old times, when suddenly the power went out. Like, what? In the middle of lunch? We were in the dark, slurping noodles like it was a scene from a movie.
After lunch, I headed back to my place, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, mad, surprised—like a rollercoaster. Tsubata really knows how to throw a day at ya.
I plopped down on my couch, ready to edit. But my brain was still buzzing from the day. I couldn’t focus. I just kept thinking about that bike guy, the litterer, and the old lady. Tsubata’s got its quirks, for sure.
So, yeah, that was my day. Full of ups and downs, just like the streets of Tsubata. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a day without litterers. But that’s a whole other story.