My cousin’s wedding happened (and it was festive af), so that was the highlight of this week. It is also the cause for body pain in the following week. My arms and shoulders are protesting against this weeknote but we move, however reluctantly.

I finished reading She Who Became the Sun. I can’t remember what I expected going in, but I do know this wasn’t it: a dark, ambitious and unforgiving retelling of history. I have to admit I got lost in the middle of the book, probably because of the super-detailed war descriptions (which make me think this book is better consumed with some prior understanding of Chinese history). The expressions of gender fluidity and dysphoria were thought-provoking for sure, and I can’t fault Parker-Chan’s writing at all: they really know how to remove you from your place and time and drag you into another. Would I reread? Maybe not. Would I recommend? For sure.

I’m back to watching Bleach (and this time, not after watching an anime with incredible art and production value like Demon Slayer). From whatever I’ve read of the manga, I loved the story, so I’m willing to give the crusty animation a second chance.

My brain genuinely cannot stop churning out indie project ideas. My latest one is the Kindred Spirits Postcard Project (I am really milking the KS brand), where I send people lovely postcards I’ve collected, with a personal message or poem, for a nominal fee. The thought process went somewhat like this:

Reading about postcards → sending a postcard → writing about postcards in my weeknote → designing a few postcards for fun → writing about postcards for my newsletter → launching the Postcard Project.

So far, around 20 people have signed up, which is 19 more than I expected. I cannot wait for the weekend so I can write and post the cards. 📮 Here’s an example of what’s going out:

In other news: [[ Being a Third Culture Kid ]] is a lot about shifty answers to “where are you from?” and perpetual identity crises. I’ve been thinking about this part of my identity a lot lately, and it’s been subconsciously dictating the essays that I’ve written in the past few months. In my most recent essay, published by The Curator, I wrote about my lived experience occupying a liminal space and identity for all of my life. It’s titled, in complete sincerity, Home is Everywhere and Nowhere at Once.

I have another essay pending publication around the TCK theme, so maybe it’s time I write a seedling about it for this digital garden.

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