Miles from Home

We’re going to dial it back to March, before the whole Kobe move, so I can talk about a piece of Tokyo I fell in love with—Shimokitazawa. If you’re not aware of my move and is interested how I got here, please check out my previous post Back from the Blur, Bound for Kobe.

March brought me to Shimokitazawa—a neighborhood that somehow feels like I’ve been there but I know I definitely haven’t. After what felt like forever (since 2017!), I reunited with an old high school friend, and the day unfolded like a perfect mix of nostalgia and fresh discoveries.

Our first stop was a cozy little soup curry spot called Elvis. The warm, spicy broth felt like the perfect antidote to the lingering chill of early spring. I savored each spoonful as we caught up on years of stories, laughter filling the air like old melodies.

Fueled and ready, we wandered the winding streets of Shimokitazawa, dipping into thrift stores that felt like treasure troves of history and style. Each shop told its own story—layers of vintage clothes, quirky accessories, and the unmistakable hum of indie Tokyo.

After enough walking to make our feet plead for mercy, we found refuge in an old-school kissaten named いーはとーぼ (Iihatobo.) The faded wood, warm lighting, and quiet hum of conversation wrapped around us like a soft blanket. Sipping on coffee in this gentle pocket of time, it felt like we’d stepped back into a slower, more deliberate rhythm—a rhythm that Shimokitazawa seems to guard fiercely.

The day reminded me how places can hold so many layers—of past friendships, of evolving culture, and of small joys that keep you coming back, again and again.

Have you ever stumbled upon a neighborhood that feels both new and familiar? Shimokitazawa gave me that rare feeling—a blend of fresh discovery and cozy nostalgia. If you’ve ever found a place like that, I’d love to hear about it. Share your story in the comments below!