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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