Aoshima 青島: Cat Island

By Amber Lee
Nearing my fifth decade, I’m still uncertain if I’m driven by fear or hope, avoiding or seeking. I only know if you keep looking forward, you don’t have to see the landscape, the cities, the relationships crumbling behind you.
This summer, when I dragged my two teenage boys and boyfriend across the Pacific Ocean, then on three Japanese bullet trains from Tokyo to a Southern Prefecture of Japan, followed by a mind-numbingly boring five-hour car ride to a town called Nagahama, I knew I was seeking. Off the coast of Nagahama, accessible only by a small ferry that runs twice a day, i...