I went North for the cold. I wanted to learn what ice falling from the sky felt like. And I did. It came down softly in Waterloo. It blew sideways into my face in Harlem. It drifted into my lungs in Chicago. It swirled quietly at night in Portland.
Despite the freezing cold that comes with it, snow is more comfortable than rain. You can brush it off. It doesn’t soak into you the same way that a hard Southern California downpour does.
I graduated from UC Irvine in 2007, moved to Los Angeles, and worked with arts/community organizations throughout the city from 2007-2012. Most formative have been my experiences with Tuesday Night Project and Asian American lesbian web series That's What She Said. Recently, I was a First-Year Public Ally and S. Mark Taper Foundation Fellow working as a case manager with homeless and low-income seniors in Downtown Los Angeles' Skid Row.
I'm currently spreading roots to Oakland, CA while continuing to be very much in love with Los Angeles.
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