I’m so sorry for the prolonged absence, but I’ve been caught up in freshman orientation! Hopefully things have calmed down a little now so I will be back to my regular posts. I’ve missed you guys. Send me messages!
This is such an exciting message to receive! Of course look out for me on campus - I’m excited that I’ll have the chance to meet some of my followers in person, and seriously do send me a private message on your tumblr url (embarrassing as it may be) so we can talk :)
Movements and goodbyes: A breakfast of Bircher Muesli with White Peach and seedless Grapes, a Strawberry/Raspberry/Blackberry Skyr parfait, fresh Apricots, a White Nectarine and a Yellow Nectarine.
Tomorrow, I move in to Harvard to begin my freshman orientation program and what will transition into my new life here for four years. We walk our lives in organized steps on categorized terrain, but now, I will be forced out of the world I once knew and experience the newness of a raw reality that exists in exciting, uncategorizable movement - the inspiring unknown of university life in a university that waits for no one and moves forward at a breakneck speed. A sense of the stillness of familiarity being broken incites fear, a quiet trembling in my heart. But at the same time there is an undeniable sense of excitement, like a limestone that feels the trickling waterfall begin to shape itself and reacts with shock at the strangeness of the sensation, trepidation at the final result but excitement, excited by the rapid movement of the water.
I will never be back here again, and everything I’ve done has meant that I cannot look back. I make a promise to myself, one that should be made to every college freshman or person transitioning in between phases of life: break the organized rigidity of familiarity, and dare to dream that I will be a greater person than I once was. Paths that lead upwards are more difficult to take, but will show us things we didn’t know were there.
An adventure in Rockport: Donut Peaches at the Cape Ann Farmer’s market. Donut peaches are a boon to my South East Asian eyes, especially when they are not sat inside the Villa Market for imported goods attached with a hefty price tag. A million signals went off in my brain: Fresh?? Donut Peaches?? It’ll take getting used to the luxury of the fruit in America. [An adventure in Rockport] [My instagram]
You must see this from my perspective to truly appreciate how incredible this was. Imagine: an 18 year old girl from a country where berries are an incredible luxury - 10 times the price of local, seasonal fruit - such that no one would ever dare do anything but enjoy the berries in their purest, simplest form. Yet since having read Archie Comics from a young age, I’ve always harbored a secret desire for Jughead’s berry pies that dripped with sweet, stewed juiciness between a crunchy pastry crust. When I took a (huge) bite of the wild berry pie, I had a strong sensation of being transported to a world of comic panels and cartoon speech bubbles. Jughead had never been exaggerating, and it was everything I’d dreamed about as a child.
An adventure in Rockport: Provisions for a day trip come in the form of a box of Cherry Tomatoes, Cucumber and Butternut Squash, and another box of Mango, Pear and Dragonfruit for our trip to Rockport [An adventure in Rockport] [My instagram]
There is always a sense of tumultuous, transient being when traveling abroad. For someone who puts good food so high on my list of priorities, perhaps the greatest manifestation of this disorder is that my sense of gastronomic well being comes in waves - sometimes we’ll stumble across a market or a Whole Foods and we’ll be inundated with fruit I could only dream of in Thailand, consumed on an hourly basis as I find myself making regular trips to the sink over which I eat my juicy white peaches, donut peaches, nectarines and fresh apricots. Other times my life becomes a series of tourist sites and brick subway walls and tiled convenience store floors as, in our lack of familiarity, we lose our sense of direction and end up in a CVS for dinner where we were eating the best handmade pasta in Boston the night before. It mirrors the sense of transience I feel going into university, a tumultuous recreation of my identity as my confidence ebbs and flows and I find myself wavering between the extremes of utter terror and overwhelming excitement. Hotel rooms, suitcases, best friends, identities - all shifting beneath my feet.