Just got off the phone with my mom by the riverfront, and for a minute the wind, the water, and her voice saying my name made Bangkok feel less far away. She sent me tomatoes, something simmering on the stove, a joke about Arman, and that quiet kind of love that sneaks up on you. I’m realizing building a life here isn’t just about seeing new places — it’s about little routines too. Still missing ghormeh sabzi and Farsi in the kitchen, but somehow holding both worlds at once. Merci, joonam ❤️

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