everywhere - by April Qiu Cheng - winter in april

between my flurry of post-graduation feelings, i think the best way to describe how i’ve been feeling is adrift. the sudden realization that i will never return to the place i truly identify as my home has stirred confusion, feelings of grief, and a vague, lingering feeling that something is missing. i feel like a vagabond, wandering through space and time. i’m looking for something but i’m not sure what that something is so i’ve made myself pretty busy this summer: wandering around tokyo and lindau and san francisco, wrapping up my undergraduate research project (which seems to become more and more complicated the more i progress), actively mending my relationship with my parents, and writing about my feelings. i have so, so much i want to write about, but between all the other things i am doing i can’t seem to move forward and write about anything without also writing about the fact that i miss MIT. last week, i attended what’ll probably be one of the coolest conferences i’ll ever go

between my flurry of post-graduation feelings, i think the best way to describe how i’ve been feeling is adrift. the sudden realization that i will never return to the place i truly identify as my home has stirred confusion, feelings of grief, and a vague, lingering feeling that something is missing. i feel like a vagabond, wandering through space and time. i’m looking for something but i’m not sure what that something is so i’ve made myself pretty busy this summer: wandering around tokyo and lindau and san francisco, wrapping up my undergraduate research project (which seems to become more an