wow Bangkok at 4 am is this weird soft light, you know? Got noodles from that street cart by the motorbike garage—spicy chili kicked right on my tongue, glasses fogged up from the steam and suddenly I could breathe again. Dao asked if I’d eaten and I just told her "yes, technically" lol that's basically me now. Three months here and i swear sometimes a wave of homesickness crashes outta nowhere — missing mom's ghormeh sabzi like crazy, the sound of Farsi in the kitchen, that quiet only your own house has. But tonight wasn’t just a room, felt like a neighborhood again. Not fixed, just a bit less lonely.

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