Reunited after nearly a year and sending letters back and forth to each other as our only way to communicate, it felt so good to see Tomomi again.

I stumbled upon Bar Pretty one night by chance after spending nearly three years walking by it and met Tomomi and then I was hooked and found myself spending every weekend there before I departed Hiroshima. There hasn’t been a Saturday night since leaving Hiroshima where I haven’t felt a homesickness or sense of longing for my favorite bar tender, the abundance of alluring patrons who frequent the establishment and always feeling like I belonged.