and so it begins

diamondfordisease:

I had to phone my parents to tell them about my congee/jook/cháo adventure, but my mom’s gone to work the graveyard shift at the hospital so I ended up talking to my dad and he laughed at me; big, hearty, belly laugh. Now that I don’t live at home, I really appreciate his humour and warmth and knowledge, wahhhhhhhhh this is me tearing up.

I know the feeling, boo. Went on a hummus hunt a few weeks ago cause I don’t have a decent food processor and it just gave me pangs of sadness. Missing my mom/dad/culture/extended family like crazy.

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giddy-rush replied to your post: Kinda sad that I’m the only arab in my entire…

Remember that time I thought you were Italian or French? HAaaaaa

Common misconception. Most people just get really frustrated and ask “WHAT are you!?”

I’m a racial chameleon.

This weekend I went wild at the frame show and bought two new pairs of glasses. Best part? Total for both frames came to 55 bucks. They’ll take two weeks to ship to the clinic though, but I’m excited to have grown-up glasses.

(The black ones have tiny little studs on top)

On Saturday, I went out for dinner with some second years and it was a breath of fresh air. I really needed to meet some new people. I couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if I had applied to school a year earlier (obvies like my mom had wanted me to). Oh well.

Kinda sad that I’m the only arab in my entire program. Really miss being able to talk to people about cultural references without having to explain everything first.