I find it difficult to trust people, and I believe that stemming from that lack of trust comes me being easily irritated. I don’t know if there was a specific time or event that caused me to question people’s motives, what true colors lie beneath, and whether I would be the one, yet again, walking away first.
I met Aimee on an eyewear curation project in Hong Kong, 2014.
We hit it off immediately. Between our affinity for delicious foods, quirky business, and all things aesthetically pleasing- we became friends and partners in a city foreign to me.
We’ve managed to stay in touch over the months and she reached out to me a bit ago asking about something I know my way around: sandwiches.
She manages to spin gold out of everything she touches and this piece was no exception.
Take a read, then go enjoy a sandwich.
Here I am again, eyes parallel with the clouds. It’s familiar, this situation. The seats feel the same: ever so slightly sticky against the back of my legs, right arm a bit warmer than the left from the sun streaming in from my window seat, tears behind my eyes waiting to meet my collarbone, and head foggier than usual from the air pressure. The hazy blue veiled with a fleet of cirrus that meet the mountain range just beyond the wing of the plane. This time I’m leaning into the wall to avoid contact with the man who has decided that the entire arm rest belongs to him; spacial awareness obviously not a strong suit.
Court yourself today.