the quarter is winding down while insides are winding up. another departure on my horizon and i laugh to think about how similar my emotions were just under a year ago. grounded in the moment, in love with the world, anxious about how a change in location will affect my happiness.

spring has surprised me time and time again… its not just the weather patterns that are unpredictable. friendships strengthened, loosened, forged. intimacy waning and waxing. all the while reminding myself of my role as “K student”.

i worry about not having enough time to reflect. i’m going to blink and be back in Thailand, my skin moist with perspiration and my tongue burning with spice. will i still be caught up here there?

life keeps filtering through in continuous stream of images. it’s too fast, yet it is that momentum that makes it so beautiful.

Janis Joplin

I’m not so interested in how they move as in what moves them

- Pina Bausch

Beautiful chaos of Frelon gave way to sunday morning, dappled with sunlight streaming in. First asparagus of the season broiled to perfection, crusty tangy bread, eggs, and sriracha sauce lingering on the lips. Brunch on the peeling porch steps that I’ve come to call home. Sounds of lazy traffic bumbling by. Stretch upward, outward and begin the week right.

home |hōm|
noun
1 the place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household
• the family or social unit occupying such a place
• a place where something flourishes, is most typically found, or from which it originates
• informal a place where an object is kept.

only a few weeks back in the zoo and strangely settling feelings of home here. from the sleep rhythms of life in ann arbor, i find my self shaking off the daze and going off into the world with such a Geschwindigkeit.

learning to “hone the habit of observation”, sketch histograms, and note the differences between leuconoid and syconoid canal systems.

remembering to love biking at night, tread lightly in a shared room, and shut the door behind me as to not let out the cats.

reminding myself to wake up to alarms, pack lunches, and remain curious about all the little beautiful things in life. (like moss, waterbears, and lilypads)

i’m sprung for spring

Missing Dance Body something fierce

Nigel Slater

I’m socially awkward in four languages

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