Well With My Soul
Well With My Soul
Time and Space Machine
The feeling often evoked a sense of bittersweet sadness similar to one of leaving a beloved place, knowing I’d never return to that same time and space ever again.
You Won’t Steal My Spirit
This year has been one of brokenness, a time to inwardly retreat as we outwardly forge forward in this calamity of a year. 2020 has reeled me into some of the darkest recesses of my mind, revisiting dark, melancholy possibilities I hadn’t entertained in years.
Confessions of an Overachiever
It was a room full of about twenty new grad students, and I was but one of two Asians in it. In retrospect there was nothing wrong with this, but at the time I couldn’t help but feel a despairing sense of imposter syndrome: I couldn’t help but question if I belonged there, if I was in over my head, and if I needed to “stay in my lane” and be happy what how things were.
A Letter to my Long-Distance Love, Asia
Fourteen hours away by plane—a whole world away—and yet a world I love to call my own every time I get to return…