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TOKYO, JAPAN: WANDERLUST FADING?

Published on November 18, 2025 by jacquelinemhadel3 Comments

There was a time when every new city felt electric—like possibility itself was humming through the air. The unknown was thrilling, the unfamiliar comforting. I used to crave that feeling: airports at dawn, strange streets under my feet, the sense that I was always moving toward something new.

But lately, that spark has softened. The novelty has dulled around the edges, not because the world has grown smaller—but maybe because I’ve seen enough to know that arrival and departure start to feel the same. I don’t know if it’s because Japan isn’t necessarily new to me, I’ve lived here before…? The suitcase opens, the routine begins, and the wonder gets replaced by something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or fatigue.

Godzilla Head (ゴジラヘッド) on top of the Hotel Gracery Shinjuku building in Kabukichō

It’s not that I don’t love traveling anymore. It’s just that the restlessness has changed. The urge to go has turned into something slower, more inward. Now I find myself looking for stillness in motion—watching the light on the train floor, the way a city exhales at night, the repetition that once drove me now somehow grounding me. The way our train went by a view of Mt. Fuji the other day, and not one person was moved to admire it. I second guessed myself that maybe it wasn’t Fuji-San.

Catching up on life with an iconic Japanese coffee in a can. Kawasaki, Japan.

Maybe wanderlust doesn’t disappear. Maybe it just evolves. It stops shouting and starts whispering: you’ve been enough places—now see what’s right in front of you.

Born in Maryland. There will be signs. Shinjuku Golden Gai.

November 2025

TOKYO, JAPAN STREET ART: ICONIC VENDING MACHINE CULTURE

Published on November 17, 2025 by jacquelinemhadel1 Comment

These are two of the coolest vending machines I’ve ever seen in Japan because I love the intertwining of Japanese history and culture with the iconic ingenuity of their ultra-famous, unique vending machines. And, a nod to street art and creativity!

You can walk almost anywhere in Japan—down a quiet residential lane, through a neon alley, or even along a rural road—and you’ll find them standing there, waiting for you: vending machines. Always glowing, always ready, as much a part of the landscape as convenience stores and shrines. There are more than four million of them across the country, each one a small symbol of Japanese efficiency, trust, and design. Im sitting here this morning writing this with a hot can of coffee I just got from my vending machine on my street.

But not all vending machines are the same. Some, like these two bright red Coca-Cola machines I found near Bic Camera in Shibuya-Tokyo, tell their own story. One side features a Maiko, an apprentice geisha from Kyoto, in her flowing kimono, caught mid-dance. The other shows a Samurai, poised and armored, embodying discipline and tradition. Together, they capture the balance Japan seems to hold effortlessly—grace and strength, delicacy and precision, art and practicality.

That’s what makes vending machine culture here so fascinating: it’s not just about convenience, it’s about identity. These machines dispense drinks, yes—iced coffee, hot coffee, canned tea, Pocari Sweat—but they also dispense small pieces of culture. The designs change by region, reflecting local pride, history, or even seasonal motifs. They’re like public art installations that also happen to hand you a bottle of green tea.

In a country where space is precious and order is revered, vending machines manage to blend both beauty and function. They hum quietly at night, glowing against the urban darkness, each one an ambassador of Japan’s creativity.

So yes, the Maiko and Samurai might just be on a pair of vending machines—but in Japan, even a quick drink on the go can be an encounter with history.

November 2025