Hirakata, and the Promise of Work
My first full day, and I had an interview to attend. I slept rather well, took a rather Japanese breakfast of miso, fish, and rice, and hopped on Japan’s wonderfully labyrinthine skein of railroads to get to the city of Hirakata. The rush of crowds, the stations, the make and model of the trains, the upholstery- even the conductor’s voice- it all felt so familiar. Once again I am presented with the feeling that I never left Japan in the first place.
Hirakata is a city of 400,000 or so northeast of Osaka, roughly halfway to Kyoto. It grew into a sizeable city during the last boom of urbanization in the 1960s and 70s, but the old town has been around for much longer than that.
As cities go, it’s pretty urban, but a little quieter and more tightly circumscribed in area than, say Kyoto. It has something of a…relaxed atmosphere, you might say.
I’m not sure how the interview went- the interviewer was cordial but kept his poker face on. That’s probably a good enough sign. Beware effusive interviewers; they’re probably bullshitting you.
I feel like seeing some nature today. I think I’ll get on a train to Kyoto and climb Mt. Ogura, as I once did years ago. Good thing my hotel is right next to the Hankyu station; I can almost literally roll out of bed and onto a Kyoto-bound train.