i cant pronounce the sounds ive never heard.
i cant be arsed to use an apostrophe or capitalize anything.
camaraderie in kitchens. seems to be a quite common and steady occurrence throughout my early adulthood. i miss evenings in matt and kevin's kitchen being surrounded by the most beautiful people with the most imaginative minds. all of it. but here it's different, mostly in a good way. even if i can't express myself well enough, i suppose everyone else feels similar
camaraderie in kitchens. first smores. buckets of sangria. exploration. group escalators. sweden's lakes in september.
to be on my own in a foreign place has to be nearly one of the very best things in life.