a bed, a phone call, and a confidence crisis

Sunday, February 17, 2019


It started with LinkedIn.

In one of my aimless, desperate conquests that involve going into random job application sites and filling out forms—just to chicken out at the last Send button—the blank form had asked for my LinkedIn profile.

My profile was made a little over a year ago, when my brother was sitting at the computer, and suggested that I make one myself. "It's good for networking," he says, "It'll help you get jobs, like a handy online résumé." Intrigued by any possible thing that can make me look more professional, I finally made a LinkedIn page.

a tale of two homes

Wednesday, February 6, 2019


I landed in Melbourne at 7:30 in the morning, on a Tuesday. The flight was filled by groups large and small—families arriving home, backpackers with fresh leg tattoos, and young students hauling bags of musical instruments.

We all made our way out of the plane and into the airport. As I was walking in, one of the young boys trailing behind me was especially thrilled. "Home sweet home!" he excitedly declared, to his siblings who were walking beside him.

A small part of me envied him, with the skip in his step and his gleeful demeanour. I envied the boy, for reasons I wouldn't dare admit—I envied how he had one home to come back to, instead of two, simultaneously.

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