In Cambridge, we had an unusually warm week: September 14-21. I took full advantage of this rare weather, temporarily hanging up my fall jacket and scarf, and levitating towards the warm weather clothes. A week prior, I regretted bringing these clothes when I was greeted by cold winds upon exiting the London Airport. I took […]
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When The Only Thing You Can Predict Is Unpredictability
My relationship with rainy days is complicated. These days were characterized by the awkwardness of finding a place to put my drenched umbrella, deciding which clothes I didn’t mind getting wet, and carefully navigating puddles. When I complained about the rain, my mother would ask “Are you made of paper?” Yet, I enjoyed that there […]