To a smell and a quake.
Sadly (or not, from my wallet’s point of view), my trip has come to and end and I’m back home in Tokyo.
The trip was phenomenal.
I’ve got a ton of things to write about my vacation (over 40 at last count) and a shitload of photos to share. (I took over 500 shots in the 12 days I was there!) I imagine I’ll be doing Australia posts for at least a couple of months, and that’s enough to spawn another blog category. I’ve just about settled on a category name and icon, so keep your eyes peeled for that.With the amount of photos I’m going to be posting, I’ll outgrow my current websapce sooner than I’d expected. I’d mentioned some changes to the site, and it looks like I’ll be getting a new host in the next couple of weeks. The site itself will be unchanged for a while (same URL and everything), but there may be some downtime as I change over to the new hosting company. (I’m looking at going with Site5, as they offer 3GB space and 50GB bandwidth. That’s 12x the space and 5x the bandwidth of my current host – for the same price! $6.96/month if prepaid annually. Anybody know of a better deal before I order this one up?)
The new host will allow photo galleries and other nifty stuff, and once I get around to redesigning things (no more frames!) it should be much nicer.
But that’s all still a little ways off.
My return trip was pretty uneventful and I got home with no hassles. Although there was a big quake last week (felt in Tokyo, but not centered here) my apartment was much as I’d left it.
Except for the new smell.
There must be something dead under my sink. That’s the only explanation I can think of at this point. And 12 days in Tokyo heat with no AC running didn’t help whatever it is. I pulled everything out of the cabinet to try and see what was what, only to find out there’s an enclosed space between the bottom of the cabinet and the floor.
Swell.
While not immediately toxic, the smell’s bad enough that I don’t want to be closed up in the house with it. So that means no AC. In August.
Fuck.
I’ll be bringing this up at work tomorrow and look for the fastest possible solution. I suppose I could rip out the bottom of the cabinet and try and take care of it myself, but that’d probably violate my least or something.
Then there was the quake.
I hadn’t been home all that long today when a little shaker hit. Not a big one, and hardly even registering on my fun-o-meter, but there just the same. I guess that was Tokyo’s way of saying “hello” and welcoming me home. Well, “hello” to you too, Tokyo.
I’ve missed you.