I live in Seattle, but don’t drink coffee.
I’m allergic to chocolate, but I LOVE peppermint hot chocolates from Starbucks.
I love the sun, but my days are spent mostly in the rain.
I love to travel to far away places, but don’t like to stray far from home for too long.
I am Japanese, but don’t eat sushi.
…or seafood for that matter.
Grapes, cherry tomatoes, blueberries and things that pop or gush freak me out.
I’m mostly a healthy eater, but Dunkin Doughnuts are this girl’s best friend.
I LOVE bacon, but don’t eat pork.
I love being fit, but hate working out.
I LOVE ORGANIZATION, but my office is usually a mess.
So I’m a lot of things that I wish I weren’t, but I love myself anyways.
However…
With the new year upon us…
Here’s to…
Being more spontaneous…
Trying new things…
Being more productive…
Taking better care of myself…
and just…
Trying a little harder at being a little better than I was yesterday.
Here we go!
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Being born in the United States, it has always been important for me to ask my grandparents what aspects of the Japanese culture are important to them. Customs, traditions and words/phrases they want me to know. Ones they want the future generations of our family to know.
“Natsukashi.” This is the word my Oji-chan chose to teach me today. He is always teaching me Japanese words that hold meaning and value. This word has no proper English translation, but the best way to describe it is the warm, fuzzy feeling one gets when they experience something that brings them back to a fond memory. For me, one of these places is Wilson Place.
As long as I can remember, Wilson Place has always felt like coming home. It is where my heart has retreated to when life has gotten confusing and difficult to deal with. It has been a place where I have gone to relax and reflect. And it is where I go to loathe in the calm and peaceful presence of my grandparents. They are the wisest people I know.
So why Wilson Place? I wanted to give my blog a name that reflected what I want it to become. A place where I go to remember and reflect on life’s lessons. A place where I can go to count my blessings. And a place that feels like home.
Welcome to Wilson Place. I’m so glad you’ve come to visit.
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These are my grandparents and they live on Wilson Place. They are the ones who ALWAYS ask me, “Which is more important, Love or Money?”
My Oji-chan (Japanese for Grandfather) is a survivor. When the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, he lost so much. He doesn’t like to remember the day that changed his life forever, but for me, he remembers. He remembers because like me,
he knows the power of his story.
I am who I am today BECAUSE of his story.
So why write about Wilson Place? Because it is a place where I go to reflect, and today was just that kind of day. Today I thought about how my grandparents tell me that my life is beautiful and that they wish they could be young like me. There is so much they wish they could do. There are so many regrets.
And in these I am always reminded to…
and that…
Wilson Place Blog 