A fridge
a couch
the same couch again
a bed
my bike
a bunch of wood
and my sorry ass when my fancy subaru died from being too fancy.
it was a good truck and I miss it. It did not die... No, old trucks do not die. I just had to sell it to it's next loving owner when I left the country.
What my forebearers always told me is that Japan was this strange little country where everything was small and dammit.. they like it that way .. small, compact, dull, expensive, uncomfortable, uphill both ways and that's the way it is .. like fish and rice!
Well, today I spit in the face of Hirohito, said screw the damn tatami mats, went to Ikea ( recently opened in Yokohama ) and bought me a damn couch. It's big ( for Japan ) it's far off the ground ( what so good about sitting on the ground anyway ) and it's orange. Take that wabi-sabi.