I am from taco Tuesdays watching Gilmore Girls.

I am from a Roomba-like dog.

I am from and sisters attacking me with Tang soo do.

I am from small 100-year-old house.

I am from collapsing on floüfs on long days and 40-year-old washer and dryers.

I am from 3-foot tall stuffed foxes and cloud pajamas.

I am from art and get your homework done.

I am from wake up! It’s Monday! And from clean your room.

I am from, that’s great art! And from go to sleep it’s late.

I am from you are funny and I like you.

I am from babysitting cousins in Truckee and making slushies out of fresh snow and Kool-aid.

I am from Grandmas without cookies and instead bring ice cream.

I am from yearly trips to new york and Christmas in Tahoe where it is always too hot or cold and never has fog.

I am from skipping school for star wars and from getting up at 9am on Saturdays.

I am from pizza and jello on Thanksgiving.

I am from sushi and ramen and from Asian food like pho, and French food, and Swedish food that tastes like Copenhagen.

I am from donuts on birthdays.

I am from making traditional ramen when I am hungry.

I am from rice makers that play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they are turned on.

I am from black olive pizza.

I am from jumping off my loft bed onto my giant beanbag, and drawing on my drawing tablet when I get bored and don’t want to sleep yet.

I am from hugging my dog on rainy days, and feeding her her favorite food (french fries from In n’ Out) on car trips.

I am from laughing in my van with my best friends when we go on road trips together and our plentiful Dorito stash, always staying full.

I am from biking through rain with my old school friends at camp, keeping our chips, soda and candy safe.

I am from choco tacos and beaches full of jellyfish that I swim into.

I am from Vanagons and picking up chickens at friends’ houses and taking their eggs.

I am from cursing the radio hacker at the top of our hill, adn sleeping in on Sundays after staying up until midnight

I am from Taco Bell after surfing, and roller skating around my house.

I am from catching my toddler cousin at family events and making sure he doesn’t fall out of his chair.

I am from catching his ice cream and putting it into a cup with his tiny spoon.

I am from sobbing on the closing of my favorite boba restaurant.

I am from accepting the fact it is gone after getting popping boba on my fro-yo, which replaced the boba shop.

I am from attempting multiple times to bathe my dog without her crying, and losing every time.

I am from getting up at the crack of dawn to go to Tahoe and getting my hands on my phone already having 9, and 1, typed in, hoping we don’t slide down the hill in our van.

I am from nightly arguments with my sister if we should turn my light off, and racing her at restaurants, and always winning.

I am from collapsing after a long day on my bed, which I never have the willpower to make

I am from Sunday cookies and racing my friend across the nearby park and running as fast as I can to get home

I am from destroying my family in Mario Kart and screaming in anger when I freeze to death in Zelda, or catch a fish I just spent a bunch of money on in Animal Crossing.

I am from clutching my pillow at night, trying to fall asleep.

This is where I’m from.