Japanese grocery stores take a bit of getting used to. They are crowded to say the least. Stacks and stacks of boxes are everywhere. Signs cover every bit of visual space that is available.
It is strange the things that you miss when you're far from home. I miss wide aisles where 2 people with carts can walk past each other. It is such a little thing. But to me, it is a reminder every time I'm in the store that I'm not home.
In 2017 my family headed to Tokyo. My husband had a new job and my son and I came along for the ride. This move was my second move to Japan - the first was for a year in 2002. At that time I was a single, recent college graduate. Moving abroad as a family was a whole different ball of wax. As I live this crazy life in Japan, I track our adventures and my observations, creating an unofficial guidebook to the city.
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