More Than Just a Journal
Up until high school, I woke up to the jarring sound of the Teasmade – an automated tea-making contraption that also happened to have an alarm – which sat on my grandad’s bedside table. His bedroom was right across from mine, so I’d get up, make my way to his room, and sit next to him to enjoy our first cup of tea for the day.
A Curious Appetite
One of my teachers asked how I was doing, eventually leading him to remark: “Maybe you should cut down on all the things you’re doing. You might have too much on your plate.” I naively—and rather arrogantly, now that I think about it—responded, “I have a big appetite.”