believing the most generous narrative

January passed like night rain you only realize happened when you wake up the next morning to the smell of wet air and soaked pavement. Quiet. Humbly. Giving. The world is not the same, and neither are you. I rang in the new year eating dimsum at Lin’s with high school friends visiting Austin for the weekend. H and I rotted together for a whole day after getting both our covid boosters and flu shots. (Rotting is much better when you’re not alone.) I hosted crafts night and an early Lunar New Year’s dinner with friends in my studio apartment. I handed out red envelopes and taught my friends how to say 新年快乐 (Happy New Year!) in mandarin as they crowded around a table spread of dumplings, salad and sparkling cider and we ended the night lighting a stick of incense and saying the names of our passed loved ones out loud. H and I snuck over to his parent’s house for the winter freeze and I come back to our apartment complex warmer in more ways than one. A girl’s Notes app is a sacred place o

January passed like night rain you only realize happened when you wake up the next morning to the smell of wet air and soaked pavement. Quiet. Humbly. Giving. The world is not the same, and neither are you. I rang in the new year eating dimsum at Lin’s with high school friends visiting Austin for the weekend. H and I rotted together for a whole day after getting both our covid boosters and flu shots. (Rotting is much better when you’re not alone.) I hosted crafts night and an early Lunar New Year’s dinner with friends in my studio apartment. I handed out red envelopes and taught my friends how