I took a week off for summer vacations and went to Sendai, my wife’s hometown, with my family.

My last trip to Sendai was 2 years ago, when my boy was born. It’s really been a while. Things of course had changed a lot; it looked more development had taken place around Sendai station, more houses had been built after then in my in-laws neighbourhood, restaurants and megamalls were taking all chances to attract the young ones to spend their money, like anywhere else in the world. It’s lively overall.

But, though only for 5 days I was there, I recalled something I thought about before and it double confirmed my doubt; I cannot ever live there. It’s kind of funny to say so since I have never really lived there for long to know. Previously I did spend about a month there, from Malaysia, I thought I liked it then. As the say goes, being a guest and being the neighbour are two different things.

This trip, I confirmed that I can never feel I belong there. That’s for sure. But, what kind of place that can make me feel “at home” I wonder. To be honest, I have been looking for such a place.

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