At the start of this year, I visited Japan for the first time.
Five years ago, I meticulously planned my dream Japan trip.
I had a color-coded spreadsheet filled with temple visits, local restaurants, and concert venues. I was going to experience it all right after my military service. Then COVID hit, and those plans gathered digital dust.
Life moved on. I got busy, and Japan became a distant dream.
Until this January, when something unexpectedly pulled me back. I can't explain it – just a sudden urge to go. Maybe it was all those years of waiting. Sometimes the best adventures start with these inexplicable feelings, right?
So I followed my instinct, packed my bag, and boarded a flight to Japan.
Here's my story:
Sneaking into the Back of a Temple
What you're looking at is the backyard of one of Kyoto's grand temples.
Which one? Well... I probably shouldn't say, considering I found out later that I wasn't exactly supposed to be there.
While wandering through the temple grounds, I spotted a doorway tucked into a shadowy corner. No signs, no barriers, no other visitors. Just weathered wood and silence. Something about it called to me.
So, I went in.
Here are the things I saw you will NEVER see from other tourists' album:
It was the most beautiful things I've seen.
As a Korean walking inside an old Japanese temple, I felt something special—a mix of familiarity and foreignness at the same time.
I liked that feeling.
So I kept on walking…
My secret exploration came to an end when I met a temple caretaker. Instead of scolding me, he kindly explained that this area was off-limits and guided me back to the main grounds. As we walked, I showed him my photos and told him his temple was "美しい" (beautiful). He smiled and said "ありがとうございます" (thank you).
Im curious 🤔
Where have you experienced that strange mix of feeling like both an insider and outsider at once?
For me as a Korean, it took an old Japanese temple to understand that feeling.
(Also, let me know if you want me to share more stories in Japan)
Thanks for sharing your experience. I love your stories and I want more... :)
The first time I experienced this unique sense of familiarity was when I found myself surrounded by mountains, accompanied by a cold yet refreshing breeze. It brought with it an indescribable warmth and feeling of belonging. Aside from my own country, the only other places where I’ve felt this way were Korea and Jordan.