Bee remembered my order before I even got to the counter and for some reason that tiny thing almost broke me. Running low on sleep and coffee, missing home like crazy, and then there he is handing me this perfect iced coffee like it’s nothing. Rin sent me notes on the Chiang Rai picks too—so spot on and kind, like another quiet way someone is holding me here. Three months in, and these little moments still catch me off guard. Also, omg, I would give anything for my mom’s ghormeh sabzi right now, and just the sound of Farsi in a kitchen again. It’s wild how much that sticks with you.

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