A Day When I Gained One More Road I Could Return Home By — 2026/5/23 (Sat) R8

Today, I went shopping toward the Dogo area on my three-wheeled electric bicycle.

When I entered “Rokujiyā” as a waypoint, the navigation guided me to the Rokujiyā shop inside the Dogo Onsen shopping arcade, and once again I took a slightly wrong road.

“Oh, so this was the place,” I thought, as things finally connected in my mind.

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After that, I tried heading toward Fuji and Daiso, but once again I started going up the wrong hill.

Then I realized halfway,“Ah, this is the road toward Dogo Onsen Hospital,”and turned back.

Before, I probably would not even have realized I was going the wrong way.Today, I noticed it and corrected myself.

I did not get lost on the way home.

I set the Prefectural Culture Center as a waypoint, and by taking the road past Yoshida Eye Clinic, I made it back properly.

It felt as though the town is slowly becoming part of me.

At Daiso, I bought:

a large whisk for dissolving kanten jelly

seasoned salt

raisins

a large melamine sponge

All of them were small tools for living alone.

At Fuji supermarket, I bought a loaf of six-slice bread.These days, it is surprisingly hard to find eight-slice bread anywhere.

“Will I really eat this for six days?”“Should I freeze it?”“Living alone is harder than I expected.”

I found myself thinking these things while shopping.

Butter was expensive.I thought,“If it’s expensive, I’ll hesitate to spread it generously,”so in the end I bought a larger soft margarine tub that was on special.

I chose fish sausage mainly by checking the expiration date.

While shopping, I suddenly thought,“I really did spend many years as a housewife.”

I could not bring myself to buy orange juice.

Long ago, when I caught a cold in America, a nurse friend told me,“Just keep drinking orange juice.”

Ever since then, orange juice has felt a little like a charm for recovery.

But for someone living alone, finishing a one-liter carton is surprisingly difficult.

Convenience stores are expensive.Still, I realized there is a kind of logic in buying only what you need, when you need it.

Today, I also understood something new about the tricycle itself.

When I push off,the rear wheel bumps into my supporting foot and almost pulls my shoe off.

I finally understood why:because the back has two wheels.

“Oh… I need to lift the other foot sooner, or I won’t move forward.”

Today was the first day I truly understood that with my body.

On roads warped by rainwater, the handlebars still get pulled.In those places, I simply got off and pushed the bicycle.

I also remembered what the owner of Infinity Bicycle Shop once told me:

“As long as you’re not riding recklessly on purpose, I doubt any police officer would give a ticket to someone on a three-wheeled bicycle.”

Today, I tried my best to follow the traffic rules carefully.

And I made it back in time for the 4 p.m. bath.

I got lost on the way there,but not on the way home.

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