I’m going to Japan in a couple of weeks, and I’m beyond excited. It’s been 15 years since I last visited family in Yokohama, and my last memory is one where I’m miserable and I’m staring out of a cab window going back to the airport. I didn’t want to leave. It sounds corny as heck, but I can’t wait to sucker punch that memory with a swing that’s been building for 5478 days, then jab it full of happy ones. Really, I imagine what will happen is I’ll get weirdly emotional as the plane touches down and my mate Simon, who I’m going with, will be like, “Get a hold of yourself you buffoon”.
I got LINE recently – a Whatsapp equivalent that’s big in Japan – to arrange some meetups with friends and family. Those arrangements have happened, which brings me great joy. But in a surprise plot twist, it meant I got back in touch with a guy called Sam. Now Sam, he’s a good bud and we’re going a long way back. All the way back to the original Gears Of War days. And I think we’ve arranged, as is custom, to play Gears 6 whenever it arrives. Such is the bizarre way of things.