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drift
“somewhere between where I came from and where I’m going” I left “home” nearly a decade ago, carrying a kind of expat grief I didn’t have language for yet. First stop: the capital. I told my mom it was just for my undergrad.She wasn’t thrilled, but I promised I’d be back after graduating.(Spoiler: I did…
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auto-pilot
“when I stopped living and didn’t even notice“ I didn’t realise how long I’d been drifting. Routine is sneaky like that, it helps camouflage dissociation quietly and politely, almost responsibly, while you’re disappearing in plain sight.Somewhere between the motions, I stopped being… I’m showering. Twice a day, even.The water’s hot, but it might as well…
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still breathing
“riptide” I keep thinking about how lucky I must be. A small-town girl from a fishing village in Borneo, the first in my family to get a master’s degree, who lived a whole decade in London and now wakes up under California sun. It feels like the universe handed me a postcard version of life.…
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borrowed time
“what happens after” I drove to my friend’s house for lunch. After all, we’d agreed to meet. I didn’t know it yet, but this was where life after a near-death experience quietly began. My last few days in Asia were a blur of scheduled goodbyes, a to-do list of people I needed to prove I…
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catalyst
“how saltwater, stillness, and a boy broke the spell“ It was my sister’s birthday, but the real celebration came later. Somewhere between the saltwater and stillness, where a boy I didn’t know pulled me back to life. The morning was slow and soft, the kind that makes you breathe a little deeper. I walked into the…
exploring mimi
becoming, still