I am from . . . 

           Smelling fresh onions on my kitchen counter.

Eating chewy pasta two times a week. 

Oatmeal that is so dry no matter how much milk you put in, it still remains dry. 

All of the crumbs on our kitchen floor that I always step on by accident.

Eating egg and cheese rolls, bacon, scones, and muffins on Sunday mornings.

The smell of the sardines, tuna, and kimchi that my mom likes to eat. 

I am from . . .

Visiting my cousins in L.A. each year for Thanksgiving.

Going on a short trip with my dad after school ends.

Watching a movie and ordering pizza on Friday nights.

Going to the farmers’ market during the weekend.

Visiting my grandma in Colorado each year.

Running the dishwasher almost every day now.

I am from . . . 

           Living on the top floor of a house that is three stories tall.

           Hearing fireworks go off during the middle of the night.

A lovely view of the Salesforce Tower that is often lit up.

Huge trees that hit our window panes when it’s windy.

A very old and squeaky house with long cracks on the walls.

Spending endless days in my room constantly on a computer or reading books. 

I am from . . .

           Hoping to learn some kind of dance before I am an adult.

Learning to ice skate when I was six years old.

Taking cooking classes, art classes, and drama classes.

Hoping to live a life that is filled with excitement.

Wishing that the pandemic will be over soon and that all of my family will be okay.

Hoping that I can find new hobbies to pass the time.

This is where I’m from.