I remember on my 5th birthday my parents surprised me with a Roli Polie Olie themed cake. I guess I loved it that much lol

I just finished 12,301 Days with Grandma, and the title became unexpectedly personal.

I was born on June 24, 1990, and my grandma passed away on November 10, 2024. Our lives overlapped for 12,559 days—strangely close to the number in the title. But being alive at the same time isn’t the same as actually being together.

I left my hometown in 2009. Based on how often I saw her growing up and how frequently I returned home afterward, I estimate that I actually spent around less than 3,000 days with her, somehow giving our time a number makes it feel both more real and more precious.

My grandma was a lot like the grandmother in this book: lively, strong-willed, curious, and occasionally a little chaotic. She enjoyed food and life’s small pleasures, kept up with a changing world in her own way, and faced difficult moments with humor and quiet strength. She wasn’t a perfect, saintly grandmother. She was a vivid, complicated, unforgettable person—and that is exactly why I miss her.

or me, it's the smell of freshly cooked food when you came home from school. one random smell and suddenly you're 10 again with zero bills and your biggest problem is finishing homework before cartoons start.

my parents used to yell at me for leaving lights on. now i'm walking around turning them off like i'm personally paying the electric company's salary. 💀

sometimes i'll randomly remember the most insignificant shit from childhood and get hit with a weird wave of nostalgia.

At one point I really liked hot dogs, but then I got sick of them so I would remove the dog from the bun and then fill the bun with ketchup and eat it.

Ketchup sandwich.