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| Zoe's birthday in Irvine |
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| Lunar New Year festival in Arcadia |
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| Valentine's Day in Pasadena |
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| Bracelets by Zoe, all materials gifted |
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| Zoe's most recent drawing of us, hanging on the door in our current place in Alhambra |
It's been a bit over two months since the Eaton Fire and we are still displaced. Earlier this week I came to the jarring realization that I hadn't shaved my armpits since this whole ordeal with the Eaton Fire. I was standing in the bathroom of our third Airbnb (fourth relocation, if you count the first two weeks at my parents' place in Irvine), just getting ready to dry my hair, when it hit me that I hadn't even checked on my armpits in the year of 2025 yet. Now, I am not a very hairy person, so I usually just do a quick, dry pass with the razor once every couple of weeks to take care of the stray little hairs poking out. When I looked under my arms this day, holy moly--I had no idea how kinky my armpit hair could be, once allowed to grow out! With a mixture of awe and disgust, I got rid of it. And that's when I realized how long it has actually been, how out of touch I must be with my own needs.
