My mom tells me I use my car to escape. She’s not wrong. When I’m in my car It is one of the few times When I can go faster Than my mind can process My thoughts She never understood why. I would feel the need to escape Why the road was always calling Or … Continue reading I use my car as an escape
Well, tomorrow is the day. I'm going back to see my birth country tomorrow.... and I haven't packed. I've been feeling a mixed medley of nervous, anxious and excited. Nervous, because I won't know what to expect, and excited because of the energy of being in a new place. My parents and I have been … Continue reading I’m going back to China for the first time since my adoption!
A gift I never gave to you remains in the box I bought it in.
A short poem about the significance behind a coffee mug.
I like to hold onto memories like no other. Those hoarders shows on TLC? I'd be on it, except when the host would open the door to my apartment, they would find a spotless floor, clean kitchen and well-organized room. Little would they know about the cluttered, dissheveled storage bins occupying valuable space in my … Continue reading The first time I chose moving on
I can't help but spend time in nature when I need time to think. For some people, unwinding means taking to the gym to exercise and let some steam off, for others, it means opening a blank page in a notebook and writing continuously, as if tomorrow's edge kept sliding away. But today, I chose … Continue reading Seeing life through a glass: broken or whole
When I was 20 years old, I failed. I struggled, and I grew (though I'm still 5 or so feet tall). My major pushed me to my limits and challenged me more on a personal level than I ever thought. I faced resistance I didn't think I would be able to, and I faced … Continue reading Life’s a bike ride: we fall and we continue to ride