happy buffaloes for good mozzarella

I pulled out my clunky juicer from a previous century and threw in some celery and cucumbers and green apple and lemon

I then proceed to burn the 5th sweet potato I've tried to roast this week

life continues to go on

I'm making friends with my anxiety I think, she's just kinda like there all the time in the background 

Completely overstayed her welcome, but I'm learning to just build something around her

There's just this new anxiety now about the existing background anxiety, and hoping that she'll just stay in the background and not go answer the door when something important comes knocking 

There is something so soothing about Gino's Italian Escape playing in the background as he waxes on about buffaloes sunbathing on the Amalfi coast, getting personal massages and being pampered with green grass and good sun because, as we all know, happy buffaloes means good mozzarella 

I went into lab today, and ran my first experiment since the frantic post-defense, pre-re-entry into med school period of life

I was all alone in lab on a Sunday afternoon, listening to Zendaya, washing mouse brains in PBS

Reading my all time favorite book in between incubations

It felt like old times

There's something so nostalgic about being back here, back in the lab that nurtured me, back in the space that always has its doors open to me, no matter what nonsense I've gotten myself into

It's so hard to find that feeling of home sometimes, especially in this career path where you're moving around constantly and constantly kinda swimming in physical and mental uncertainty

I ran into my upper level on my run this evening. he used to foster pigeons in Iraq before he went to Ireland for medical school and then San Diego for something else...I forget his whole life trajectory but it's incredible and I like the way words sound when he speaks them

The in-between periods are where life happens; I have to be okay with that

and honestly, these buffaloes know what's up