janetoryim

The # of passive interactions i had during the week i was in texas is ridiculous and pushing me further and further away

It is 2019 folx !! If u wanna hang lmk dont expect me to initiate all the time !! Im literally so tired of putting in more than i receive

Friendship is two way. Ive given my all, and not feeling reciprocity is exhausting

here’s to my annual blogging update as i ring in a new year of birth! ( i have a lot of drafts maybe i’ll publish them one day )

skimming over last year’s post, 23 played out exactly how i expected it to in some ways. but 23 was. a lot. it was so much.

as hoped, 23 spent three months in boston working full time, (unsuccessfully) budgeted, became part of prayer team at church, became more bold,…

i have so much i could say about this topic !! 

Home | Mixed Thoughts

I go back to Houston in three days for fall break.

I haven’t been home since May. That’s also the last time I saw my mom’s face, took a whiff of my dad’s gasoline-stained polo shirt, and recorded my sister dance.

It’s also the last time I spent time in a largely Chinese-American space.

Normally, I would be ecstatic to go back to Texas–the land of efficient highway systems, fast wifi, A/C, parking…

incomplete

without my guitar.

not that im good at guitar,

but rather, 

i just miss the freedom to worship by myself--

No Longer Feeling ~22~!

22 was transitional. 22 felt transient. 22 felt homesick. It missed the things like migas, queso, breakfast tacos, having three Chick Fil A’s on campus and aesthetic coffee shops. Oh, and driving. 22 showed me the discomfort of cultural transitions in one of the hardest 6 weeks of my life in a place where I looked just like everyone else but never once felt I belonged. Later on, it showed me that…

about singing old, simple worship songs.

“Are you Chinese?”

I haven’t faced blatant racism in a really long time. And by really long, I mean a good couple of weeks. In my naïveté and my inability show even slight disagreement with the most influential authority figures in my life, the prejudiced comments my parents would make conditioned me to accept racism as a norm, the lens that I viewed society. It’s all I ever knew growing up. And I’d like to say…