This past weekend, I made the trek up to Vermont for the first time. The whole experience was novel: An unfamiliar state, the closest to the Canadian border I’ve ever been, far enough north that autumn was already in full swing. Despite the newness of it all, it felt achingly familiar—just as I’d predicted. Really any destination with those low, rounded mountains laid out on the horizon will awaken a hungry nostalgia in my stomach. Without fail, mountains make me homesick, make me dream about the Blue Ridge. I find myself wanting nothing more than to live somewhere with mountains and feeling a small sadness that they won’t be my mountains.
In Narrative this week, one of our writers is also reflecting on a return to a place that once was home, while the other writes about working long hours on Thayer Street. Our Feature article tackles the dilemma of both relating to and rejecting stereotypes about the Asian American experience. In A&C, one writer reviews the new Rina Sawayama album, while the other focuses on the role cooking plays in her conception of care. In Lifestyle, we have a post- exclusive: a full-length crossword puzzle. Give it a shot!
I’m elated for you all to get a chance to read our articles. As for me, I’m back in Providence with no mountains in sight. And though this means the homesickness has settled back to the far reaches, it also means I’m yet again missing the mountains. Ah, the conundrum of it all.