A Weekday in My Japan Life

Daily Life in Japan

Same routine, different flavor.

My day starts at 7:00 AM

I leave my apartment with my bag and earphones, then tap my IC card at the station gate.

Three train transfers—yes, three.

On the first train, I open the Nikkei app on my phone.

Around me, it’s the usual silence. Some sleep, some scroll, some stare into space.

I scroll through articles on inflation, AI, and stock trends.

One train’s late today.

I don’t mind—more time to read.

I get to the office around 8:30.

First thing? A hot cup of Japanese tea.

Then it’s emails, a short morning meeting, and a few quiet hours of desk work.

Around noon, I head out for lunch.

Today’s pick: “Teishoku”

Fried chicken and grilled mackerel, with rice, miso soup, and pickles—all for 600 yen (about $4).

Crispy, juicy, smoky, salty—flavors that don’t hold back.

It’s a proper meal, the kind that makes you feel full and ready to fight through the afternoon.

I sit by the window and eat quietly.

Some coworkers chat in low voices, laughing softly between bites.

But I prefer to eat in silence, scrolling through the news on my phone.

After lunch, I lean back at my desk and take a quick 20-minute nap.

That’s my kind of break.

I leave the office around 6:00 PM.

The train is, of course, delayed—again.

I sigh, check the app, and wait like everyone else.

By 7:00, I finally get home.

I change clothes, throw my bag on the floor, and turn on the TV.

Tonight, my team’s playing.

I shout, I cheer, I complain to no one.

The game’s close—it always is.

After the ninth inning, win or lose, I switch to a drama.

Tonight’s episode was about a father and son finally reconnecting.

Yeah, it got me.

At 10:30, I brush my teeth, check tomorrow’s weather, and head to bed.

That’s a weekday in my corner of Japan.

Quiet, packed, familiar—and somehow, it always feels new.

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