Just woke up from a weird 20-minute chair nap, half out of it, and then a new strap showed up from Noon out of nowhere—suddenly the day felt doable again. Bangkok mornings have this magic of piecing you back together just enough to keep going. Still missing mom’s ghormeh sabzi and the sound of Farsi in the kitchen way more than I thought I would after three months here. But hey, clean shirt, lens hood fixed later, and one more honest day in a city that won’t wait for me to feel ready.

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