Noticing how whenever I meet someone new, there’s new repeat questions. Like I feel like, when I was growing up, all I had to say was ‘I was born in India and moved here when I was nine.’

But now, I’m asked ‘Oh so you grew up in the city?’ and I have to be like, no, I meant the states like America, we actually moved to New Jersey.

‘So when did you move to New York?’

‘When I went to college here. And then I just stayed here.’

Even reading this here on my editor now… I don’t love how I say ‘I just stayed here.’ Because I didn’t just do anything, I think I worked kinda hard to stay here.

A version of me is a senior SWE at Target and raising three malamutes in an apartment with a backyard in Minneapolis right now, probably happy as hell right now. In the same way that I’m reading and napping in my spacious apartment in New York on a lovely crisp autumn Sunday afternoon. Catching up on some rest from having come home at 3am, grateful to have seen at least one shooting start at Harriman State Park last night. Happy as hell!