sugar cookie survival

So all I really want is a sugar cookie.

Like, if someone told me that I was going to be stranded on an island and could take only one item, it would be...a sugar cookie. Forget first aid supplies, a radio, medication. These things are inconsequential and of entirely little importance. Right now, survival is dependent on a sugar cookie.

Now as I've said, Tokyo has insanely good pastries and breads. I swear that their bread is actually cake, that's how good it is. And they slice it super thick and delicious. But still, I just want a sugar cookie. And there are rows of pastries and breads at the back of every conveni, but cookies, there are none.

However, despite the fact that I have a sugar cookie imprinted on my brain, I'd have to say that I'm still pretty content here. Don't get me wrong, I miss the States, being able to talk with ease to my family (as I wasn't living in the same state as them anyhow), the ease of finding things like a kneestrap, but excepting my mind numbing need for a sugar cookie, I'd have to say that leaving this little place in a few weeks will be pretty sad. Especially as today the sun is out and it couldn't be more beautiful. If I don't stop and think about it, I start taking this place for granted, which I don't want to do. I want to remember every happy little thing about this place - from the rare sunset (the pollution and cloud cover usually obscure it) to the crowded little streets, stuffed with restaurants and insanely good smells of curry and other spices that I'll only find here.

So even though I can't seem to locate a sugar cookie, I can't complain. Tokyo is lovely. More lovely than I could have ever imagined.