Dear Diary, 

Its moments like this one, snuggled in the hotel bed after a long day of exploring Tokyo and chasing adventures that I truly consider if it's worth getting on a plane and flying home. How hard could it be to move to this magical, robotic land? 

I was so exhausted from walking around all day, I came back to the hotel, crashed into a 2 hour nap, then woke up hungry and lazy. I could have walked out the door and gotten ramen from the vending machines, but my gut was telling me I needed to stay in a horizontal position.

Naturally, I  went on UberEats and ordered enough food to get three sets of chopsticks included. It's for leftovers, I swear. In bed, I watched the delivery progress on my phone when suddenly, an alert let me know the delivery was at my door. I threw on some acceptable clothes, opened the door, and was greeted by a tiny green robot on wheels.

“Did you take the elevator?” I asked. It didn't respond, but prompted me to open the compartment on the top and take my food. I wasn't about to argue, nor did I think I would get an answer if I did. So, I popped it open, took out the bag, and the tiny green robot beeped and scurried down the hallway, off to make more deliveries. Or, I guess, anything. I’d like to think it took the rest of the night off and went to Karaoke. 

Anyway, now I’m sitting in bed, spilling rice in the sheets, but googling when I can expect an UberEats robot in my own hometown. Oh, never? Guess I’m staying in Japan. 

Do you think I can get ice cream delivered? Lol, I know I can. 

Xoxo, 

Maria