When I used to live in Japan we had a room with tatami mats in the house.
I did not think it was anything special because everyone had one.
Now that I am living in the states, I miss it. I miss laying around and smelling the dried tatami plant.
It reminds me of my grandparents' home.
It reminds me of the calligraphy class I used to take.
It reminds me of old Japanese life which I just know from films.
I just feel so calm when I'm on the mat.
It's like sunbathing in woods by a lake listening to birds singing.
Photo - Tearoom next to the shop