Sakura
May 20, 12:00 pm, Osaka, Japan
Sakura looked down at her phone, then up at the houses to make sure she was going along the right way. Sure enough, her little icon was still on the blue line, showing her that she was still on the correct path to her mother's house in the suburbs of Osaka.
Contrary to the bustling train station, the suburbs were quiet and peaceful. They reminded her of some of Tokyo's older suburbs, with terracotta roofs and more traditional Japanese houses. That, and the people here seemed much friendlier. A couple older ladies even offered to shout out directions to her as she passed by their houses. Sakura declined, politely.
