Dao let me crash in a corner at her café to edit before they closed — even the weak air-con felt like a luxury. Spent the evening reshaping my Chiang Rai stuff, less dreamy postcard and more real-deal observation. Ugh, Rin was SO right about that. Also, three months here and the homesickness still hits like a punch. Missing mom’s ghormeh sabzi big time, and the sound of Farsi bouncing around the kitchen... that kind of quiet you only get when family’s cooking together. Tonight I actually wrote my caption on paper instead of typing it out. Felt like the most honest thing I’ve done in a while.

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