I moved to Kitakyushu immediately after the war. The turbulent days after losing the war turned out to be a great learning experience for me.
Every time I saw the train with the plate saying "For Tokyo", I'd vow to myself that I'd ride that train someday. Ultimately, I pawned my amplifier, speakers, and all of my records, and with the 700 yen I got an a handful of writing tools, I actually left for Tokyo.
At the time, it took a full day and night to get from Kokura to Tokyo. That memory became the prototype for The Galaxy Express 999. I shudder when I think, "what if I hadn't taken that journey?"
Of course, I'd been to Tokyo before that, on my school excursion. I took some manuscripts to a publisher, and they paid me 5000 yen for it. Before boarding the train back, I vowed to the willow tree in Tokyo Station that I'd return. So when I actually got back when I was 18, I headed straight for the willow tree, touched it, and then went to the publishers.
I have good memories of the time.
I was a lot poorer back then, but I still think that it was the utopia of my life.
Now that I was in Tokyo, I wasn't about to cry and go home no matter what happened to me. But it was fun. I lived in an apartment with a bunch of poor students, and made lots of friends. I think everyone should know that "there's nothing as precious as your friends!" If you're able to become sincere friends, no strings attached, with someone, they will become the sturdy roots that support the person that is yourself. I still stubbornly believe that they are the most important things in my life.