So dinner’s just noodles in a plastic box, basil I randomly bought to feel like I’m putting my life together for a hot second, plus a soft-boiled egg from downstairs. Bangkok’s got me running full throttle but still missing the quiet moments at home—mom’s ghormeh sabzi, Farsi swirling in the kitchen, that kind of tired that feels like a hug. Oh, and Rin was right (ugh) about tightening the middle on those Chiang Rai picks. Today’s vibe: one fan hiccup from meltdown, but I’m hanging in there.

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