oh baby.

I am rifling through a pile of tax documents trying to figure out financial aid once again. This is the first year I’m truly doing financial aid registration and applications by myself - previous years, I had been living or on break at home…

Doing aid applications always makes me realize how much my parents give up to send me to school. They work and sacrifice so much, and I - I fall asleep in class, and got a B on that last test - turned in that lab report late - skim readings - 

who am i

I was texting my dad about serious things like internships and research opportunities and all of a sudden he interjects with a text that says, “Mom invent new recipe for coos coos.”

And I remember how my Mom always cooks this recipe for quinoa with cherry tomatoes, chickpeas, cilantro, and garlic, and how Brian and I love that dish but how my Dad absolutely hates it and will make always make a face and then a sandwich for himself the nights that Mom makes her quinoa dish which she calls couscous because the children’s book from which she got the recipe called it couscous rather than quinoa.

And suddenly, this - wave - of homesickness - washes over my entire body - 

We became friends because we were both obsessed with anime and we both had this unyielding burn to be different.

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