Kyoto, March 2026

The trip I’d put off for years. Stayed in a small ryokan north of the river and walked an absurd amount each day — Daitoku-ji in the morning, used bookstores in the afternoon, hojicha and rain on every other surface. The notebook I started there is still my favourite. Came back changed in the small ways trips are supposed to change you and didn’t in any of the ways I’d expected.