An ode to reminiscence

Studying abroad, as anyone who has ever done it will say, is a more rewarding experience that you could ever imagine it to be. There will be highs (many of them) and lows (these will inevitably crop up) throughout your time, but you will be grateful for all of them.
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Going home

A Whole New World

Going “home” is a hard process for us. The entire effort is almost like therapy: tracing back your footsteps in order to validate yourself and pick out the problems and joys that had once been in your life.
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Missing a moment on a rooftop

Because the Internet

We are species that both love and hate to miss things. Reluctant to let a single memorable event go by unnoticed, we are always storing away little moments to reflect on later.
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A mother’s tribute to her son

The late Aya Nakano was compassionate and loving son

It has been two weeks. Even as we held funeral services and memorials for you, I still can’t believe that you’re gone, anak. I keep looking at the door, hoping that at any given moment you’d walk right in and ask me, “What’s for dinner, Mom?” Then you’d put your
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Cat Fancies: The truthiness of art

Memory can never be entirely accurate. The further you progress into the future, the more you mentally leave behind. The identity of your past self is buried under your current identity, like how the width of my past thighs is buried under the width of my current thighs. And I
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Remembering not to forget

Michelle’s mish-mosh

The last time I saw my grandfather was through the glass windows of his Los Angeles home. My sister had both arms extended, easing him into the car from his wheelchair. I stood frozen inside the house, watching, unsure of where my place in this picture was. In the same
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