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What happened to me...?

I'm sitting in the Forest Sciences Building at UBC, it's 8 am. It's been a foggy morning (which I guess is not surprising because it's been foggy for the last two weeks). I'm meant to be doing homework, but instead I navigate my little paw-shaped mouse to a bookmarked tab labelled 'blog'. (Side note: why am I always writing when I am meant to be studying?? Okay, but to be fair, most of my time is spent studying.) I'm reading a post that I wrote in 2022, and although it's writ

Jan 213 min read

I'm sitting in a coffee shop

I'm sitting in a coffee shop. I woke up at 5:30 am this morning and got on the 6:30 am bus. I sat on a quiet, dark bus and then stood in an almost-morning-rush-hour-but-not-just-yet- that- busy skytrain. I walked down the street at 7 am and watched as car headlights passed by. I could hear the sound of my heeled black ankle boots click and clack down the sidewalk as I crossed the streets. When the cars stopped at the red light, it was the sole sound on a silent fall morning.

Dec 5, 20252 min read

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What happened to me...?

I'm sitting in the Forest Sciences Building at UBC, it's 8 am. It's been a foggy morning (which I guess is not surprising because it's been foggy for the last two weeks). I'm meant to be doing homework, but instead I navigate my little paw-shaped mouse to a bookmarked tab labelled 'blog'. (Side note: why am I always writing when I am meant to be studying?? Okay, but to be fair, most of my time is spent studying.) I'm reading a post that I wrote in 2022, and although it's writ

Jan 213 min read

I'm sitting in a coffee shop

I'm sitting in a coffee shop. I woke up at 5:30 am this morning and got on the 6:30 am bus. I sat on a quiet, dark bus and then stood in an almost-morning-rush-hour-but-not-just-yet- that- busy skytrain. I walked down the street at 7 am and watched as car headlights passed by. I could hear the sound of my heeled black ankle boots click and clack down the sidewalk as I crossed the streets. When the cars stopped at the red light, it was the sole sound on a silent fall morning.

Dec 5, 20252 min read

God-given Joy.

There's something different about it. Something real. (Left: Me at 21, Right: Me at 19) I've started back at an old job, the first time I worked there, I was 19, and I felt completely unqualified, like an absolute fraud. Now I'm 21, and maybe it's just me, but I think I look happier in the picture to the left, that's the one I took a couple of days ago. Okay, so what... It's only been two years, what's changed? Well, the Lord has sought me out, and I am diligently seeking, kn

Oct 13, 20253 min read