So I arrive in Tokyo after saying goodbye to everyone back home. A weird mix of feelings, excitement, anxiousness, purpose, uncertainty, joy, anticipation, determination, loss and love. I get the underground to the hostel I’ve booked in Adachi-ku. The hostel is simple, Japanese style with a small communal space and sleeping bunks not too far from being capsules in the next room. The only toilet is situated right next to the common area. More on that later. The first and only thing on my mind – to go find a good bowl of ramen.