- Buba. My blue lion, my little man.
- My fish–even the ones that disappear.
- Deciding to kiss my then friend because I knew I had feelings without knowing what they were.
- Finding out under the stars that I loved him very much.
- Sitting at the lakes edge and understanding that the same water runs in me.
- Playing Pokémon Go and now Animal Crossing.
- Reading books again.
- Reading graphic novels again.
- Reading manga for the first time.
- My weekly (ish) phone calls to my old roommate Gail.
- Getting to see this friend again and remembering how simple and deep our connection is.
- My childhood therapist.
- My new Therapist at the YWCA.
- Learning martial arts at Chan’s Kung Fu School. First Tai Chi because it’s the closest I can be to a water-bender in this world. But it grew from that, through my bones, and into my mind. Then I learned Jow Ga so I could punch people.
- A psychiatrist who fixed my meds.
- My dad who blows up fireworks with a crazy look on his face.
- My mom who always asks if I want to snuggle even though the answer is mostly no.
- My sister who wants a capsule closet but still loves me for my maximalism.
- My whole family who has supported me without even knowing everything I’ve been through.
- Writing lists and poems and books and everything in between.
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