November 2009 - PresentFilling up a collection of bottles inherited from the woman who briefly raised my mother in her first four years of life.
November 29, 2009. 117 Bardstown road. Louisville, KY 40204. Dusk. Smoke from a burning house.
March 16 2010. Spring Break oh ten! Sand and warm wind from Daytona Beach, FLorida. with: Sarah, Collin, Chris, Sam, Mara, Lindsay, Jared, Justin, Josh.
Sunday September 5, 2010. 23 Years old 9:06 Pm Downtown Louisville, KY. The First bit of toxic air (kilnpaper melting) from my FIRST FUSING EVER
Sept 20 2010 8:45 Pm Motorcycle exhaust from our first ride of the autumn. wearing handmade gloves from nepal.
10/19/10 2:38 Pm standing in my bed-room. 1127 Willow Ave, Apt 4, Louisville Ky 40204. The first time it really hit me that i'm getting married squeals (note: contents contain liquid from tea I drank to calm myself down)
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9:05om 10/22/1021C Hotel, Louisville KYRoom 418A kiss from us both on our wedding day <3
10/22/11 11:21 pm- our one-year anniversary kiss in the Station House Bed and Breakfast in Ennistymon, co. Clare, Ireland. Room 1 in bed.
The last bit of American Air I would breathe before I got on a plane & moved to EnglandFriday September 14, 2012 9:06 Pm/ Boston Massachusetts. Airport.Wearing thrifted black dress. Nervous excited.
My first London snow. 9 Plymouth Wharfviewing Canary Wharf14 January 2013 12:53 pmwearing a hat, sweater and blanket while I write a paper because our apartment is freezing and our last energy bill was 200£ (note: contents contain liquid gathered from snowflakes)
4:25 pmSunday, August11 2013LONDONUyen and I are sitting at at table in my bedroom at 9 Plymouth wharf. Everything is SHIT. Our dissertations are due in 3 weeks. I just miscarried and Uyen says to say "lots of crap happened to a homeless person." we cried.This is wind from a sunny summer day.
15:104 Sept 2013- Sitting on a balcony at school with my back to the sun. It's a warm breeze and the sun is shining & the sky is blue. I can see the London Eye & I'm wearing a beige dress - this is the first time I've been outdoors in one weekI've just turned in my dissertation & in this bottle is one deep exhale.
7 October 2013, 13:36, Hotel exe, Lisboa, Portugal.Dad is sitting on his hotel bed quietly while I pack. It's his birthday and I am so sad to leave - we only see eachother twice a year. He's wearing white cargo shorts and a gray t-shirt - I'm wearing a new red dress he bought me. It's gorgeous outside and I was really, really happy. This is hotel air.Ten minutes later I would be alone in a cab listening to 'Imagine' trying not to cry as we pulled into the airport.
13 August 2015 - London - time unknownGrace + Jenny May's FlatThis is the heavy, dusty air from theirliving room that filled my lungs as Isat resolute, hopeful, determined +quietly sad on their couch. Graceheld my hand as I clicked 'submit' -declining LSE - + turning down apath I spent 2 years building towards, + sayingno to London - my home.
Monday 7 March 2016, 12:00pmBaptist Hospital EastPark tower Room P578We have been living at thehospital for 2 weeks after Mammu'sstroke. This is a bit of hopeful airafter a long overnight shift. My momand I just slow danced while Mammubreathes heavily in the background.
9:02pm, June 12th 2019
This is the steam from green tea wrapped in a lotus flower. I am sitting at dinner with Uyên, Diễm and their mom. Honestly I have no idea what anyone is saying as they chat away in Vietnamese but I can help but think about how happy I am and how loved by this family I feel. Today is the end of an era. I will move away from Hanoi to Saigon- my first move is that is not reactionary to my ex, and is just for me. I am happy, and loved, and full.
10:55am, 28 April 2020.
05-07 Phan Khiêm Ích Số 2, D7, Saigon
Packing today. Air from the single hotel room I have spent almost 2 months isolated inside during the COVID19 pandemic, and am leaving tomorrow. I had a big large window I could lean out of and feel the warm wind on my face. I am strangely... sad to go. I made it work, here. I am proud of myself.
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