there's something intimate about making something from scratch - kneading & pulling & allowing aromatic spices of incense & barks that are specially handcrafted & picked - it feels like what building a home is. flour & salt; furniture & warmth. ginger & clove; friends & family. lemon & pepper; settling down. i want to be the kind of person who invites the neighbors' kids over for a treat. i want to grasp onto something with both hands and never let go - steadfast & ready & full of love. i want to teach children how to do asl & invite everyone over for potluck parties. i wanna build a home & a family that's full of fireplace comfortability & forehead kiss affection. i want to bake how much i care into a pie for others to eat, so they can feel it. i want to use ingredients to tell what i mean when the words aren't there. i want to hug & hold & laugh & breathe. i want to be unafraid. i want to live.