The photo above was taken by my younger brother at Santa Monica beach, right after my older brother and I got off the plane at LAX from NYC. It was my older brother's idea to go to the beach even though the sun was already setting because both of us hadn't seen the beach for a while, as evidenced by our touristy pose taking photos of everything with our phone. My younger brother, the one who lives in LA, was shaking his head the entire time, giving us a look of pity as he failed to understand why going to the beach was such a big deal for us. Yo, lil bro, let me tell you something, once you live somewhere that isn't surrounded by beaches, you will then understand our longing to feel the waves sweep over your feet against the soft grains of sand. You know, you never appreciate something until it's gone, that sort of thing.
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Pinkberry at Farmers Market
I am back in Los Angeles!! Although I'm not here as a permanent Angeleno, I'm so happy to be back in the City of Angels for 3 weeks. This is where I spent 5 very crucial years of my life. This is where I spent 4 years as an undergraduate student. This is where I had my first full-time job as a fresh grad. This is where I came to learn how to love, although still a beginner at that. This is where I broke my heart. This is where I laughed the loudest and cried the hardest. This is where random intersections trigger flashbacks and otherwise mundane objects set nostalgia in motion.
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Gare du Nord station, Paris
Earlier today I said goodbye to my dear friend. My group project teammate. My friend I bitch about anything to. The friend who caused 80% of my laughter this past one year. The friend who, like me, daydreams about lying on the beach somewhere in Spain when we're bored in class. The friend whose cooking and pancakes I'm going to miss dearly. The dear dear friend who happens to come from another country in another continent.
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