Moving Home

It’s been a little over 3 weeks since I moved to Brooklyn. It went like this: 1. Farewells. Definitely my very least favorite part of moving. Actually, I hate farewells but I also really want them. I’m a person who needs closure, so things like last hurrahs and promises to visit go a long way…

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Take a Cooking Class

That’s my travel advice. At least once in your life, take a cooking class. Food is so cultural, so experiential, so essential to our identities. It’s the strange tie between all our childhood memories and the person we’ve become. Years and places change us, but mom’s home cook meals never change. So, if you want…

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