I haven’t visited a Flame Broiler since last year, around this time when the emails seniors receive are groundbreaking seals of fate. (At least, that’s how they felt.) It was afterschool during the warm spring days of southern California, when I sat eating with what...
It’s the season of packing bags and goodbyes. I simultaneously look forward to being uprooted to a new yet familiar place, that of my college, but also dread the inherent feelings of departure and loneliness one feels as one crosses the airport terminal. Where I am by...
It was almost midnight, and I was starving. The weather seemed to encourage my appetite; I sat next to the window of Portland’s Hotcake House, which unsurprisingly offered a view of rain and darkness. The morose weather outside created such a stark contrast with the...