Everyday Epiphanies

[Some context: This was a post that I wrote in late-February this year. I sat on it for over 8 months and finally decided to post it today. I think it's interesting looking back at a snapshot of my mind 8 months ago and seeing if I persevered in all my endeavours (*hint* not really I'm still working on it). With that being said, enjoy my unfiltered brain.] I'm home.  I'm home at long last. 5 month's of adapting, molding and changing to fit university life has taken its toll.  I'm on spring break and I am happy to be home. I am flattered to feel my mom's cheeks flush when she hugs me at the airport. I love seeing my sisters eyes light up at the sour candy I brought home. It has only been a week, but a week at home is an infinity unto itself; my mind is racing a million miles an hour and stationary all at once- I've never felt anything quite like it. But this is cathartic, and so here I am: stumbling to find the right words but hoping a sp

It's 3:00 pm on a Wednesday. Wednesdays are a breaking point for most people because it's only two days into a week and two days away from the weekend. Not for me though. Wednesdays are when I'm left musing to myself. I'm lying in bed staring up at a wall plastered with polaroids to my left and fairy lights strung up overhead. I'm listening to an obscure indie Nepali artist croon in surround sound and I've drawn the curtains shut.  I've deliberated slipping under the sheets but I just did some spring cleaning and I'd hate to crinkle the blue bed spread. I think my cacti need to be watered but they're desert plants so I figure if they've lived thus far, they should be alright. I made Aloo Gobi for lunch and it reminds me of home and mum telling me I'd inevitably have to cook someday whether I like it or not. I need to wash the dishes and wipe down the sink but the winter chill has always contributed to my laziness so instead I  f