One of my apartment mates walked in today, talking in a mix of English and Cantonese about herbal soup. Her mom was on the other end of the line, directing her towards the freezer and then the sink: “Wait, let me video call you…I defrost the chicken like this? Like, just put it under hot water? Okay, now what else do I add to the pot? How long will it take?” My roommate emerged from our double, joining my apartment mate in the kitchen. “Oh, my mom’s made this before, too. Looks good.”
I continued clicking through my chemistry homework with a smile. Many of my evenings hold similar conversations with my own mom: “How much jeera powder should I use in this? Will my khichdi last another couple days? Do I really need rasam powder to make rasam?” Every time, she laughs at how much I overthink my food. “It’s easy, Arya. Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”
Hermit crabs are my friends.
It’s been a few days of Adulthood™ now. Pretty much nothing has changed, but I must say I am excited by the thought that I could go get another ear piercing right now if I wanted to (don’t worry, Mom, I’m not actually going to– it’s more expensive down here in San Diego anyway).
Music through the month of November.
I bought some new sandals to walk around my new school. Our campus stretches about 3.4 miles across, and my closest class is a ten-minute walk from my dorm.
People have been telling me to get this kind of sandal for months now, and I finally caved because I knew that my current ones wouldn’t cut it for the treks I face every day. They arrived in my mailbox, and no more than five minutes later they had made themselves at home on my feet. I was determined that these would be my favorite sandals. Continue reading
I will miss this, I really will.
Sitting outside on my deck writing, laptop warm against my thighs and notebook pressing into the crook of my elbow. My dog sits near me, chewing on a leaf or something (as he does) as a gentle breeze, barely able to even be called a breeze, touches my shoulder and the tips of the trees’ leaves. I can hear the crickets starting to chirp through my headphones– there’s was a heat stroke in the Bay Area this weekend and the last of it seems to be ebbing away now. The fog is finally starting to roll back in over the mountains to cool down the air, saving my breath.
Some quickly-edited footage from the most recent trip to San Diego.