Totally crashed tonight, hand still resting on my old camera bag like my body needed to know the day actually happened. Woke up feeling... shifted? Can’t really put it into words. Bangkok’s still buzzing outside but in my head, it’s all orange dust, Linh’s voice, and my mom laughing in the kitchen — I could almost smell it. Three months away from home and turns out homesickness sometimes sleeps with you instead of crying. Work tomorrow though. Tonight, I’m just letting myself miss ghormeh sabzi and the sound of Farsi filling the room. Joonam, it hits different.

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