I’m one of the many students who’s “lucky” enough to have family that lives close to the city. So around this time every year I start getting messages from my parents asking if they can come and visit. This year…
Tag: Parents
Dear Mom and Dad:
The other day, my mother walked into my room and saw me sleeping next to my laptop, with a textbook as my pillow surrounded by laundry to be done, paper plates to be thrown away and garbage yet to be taken…
The Quarter-Life Crisis of a First Generation Immigrant Part III: Breaking Free
One of my biggest fears in life is to miss an opportunity. I hate the emptiness of “never knowing” that accompanies regret. It’s like a big, black hole that sucks the optimism out of me, and leaves me deep in…