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Letting my Moka Pot overflow on the stove because the sound it makes outweighs the mess I have to clean up.
All of this started happening last year. And by “all of this,” I mean the pull to go elsewhere. Be anywhere else then we’re I’m at right now. Sigh. Moving. It has come to this. The city I currently live in has been my home for a decade. I’ve watched it change and expand. I…
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When the entire apartment is at the pool but you wish to be at the lake in your childhood neighborhood.
I remember I visited my parents one summer in Hawaii. I bought a one way ticket. My dad knew I was depressed when he picked me up from the airport. It was in the way he said, “Hi pumpkin.” His voice lingering in the air. His octave dropping into a whisper on the last syllable.…
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Did you say “oat milk” or “whole milk”?
My windows are open. A breeze carrying 62 degrees is drifting through the sheer curtains. I can hear birds chirping through the FaceTime call I’m on as I slide across my floors in the socks I bought at a store with my mom in Australia. Visions of my mom and me laughing through the streets…
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The sense of nothing 