in the kitchen

These days I spent more time in the kitchen than I ever did in my whole life.

When my brain refused to absorb any more information (my head was literally hurting), I put on Snooze's Americana & went into the only area of the house with no books.

I was hungry & I had to do something with my hands instead of flipping pages & writing.

While my friends whipped up delicious dishes & my japanese classmates shared their intricate bentos for lunch, I hated the idea of dirtying my hands & touching raw food.

But when I'm avoiding my notes & books & there's great music, I realised it's not all that bad & could be quite therapeutic for a frazzled mind. A bit like washing dishes.

As you can see, I miss Japanese food alot.