The kitchen where the sound of the smoothie blender always sung at early hours, and the scent of a warming recipe cooking on the stove intrigued me in the afternoon. I realize now that this house isn’t just a place I live—it’s where I became who I am. Even though I’ll leave eventually, I can feel its influence already, woven into everything I do. From My Shelf Noa Garcia ’27 51
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