Wellbeing

When I was in first grade, I wished for the first time to be a writer. I pictured holding a book and running my finger over my name in embossed text on the cover of a pristine book jacket.

My fondest childhood memories involved two simple things: a kitchen counter, and a song. 

Everyone around me is in constant motion, much like the waves roiling and knots coiling inside me. I so badly want to join in on the excitement. I want to enjoy the moment.

Cassie (she/her): Hi Emma Mei and Acacia, can you start by telling me a little bit about yourself? What year are you, what are your pronouns, what is your racial/ethnic identity, and how long have you been in Mixed Race Student Coalition (MRSC)

The Sunday night before spring break, after an Instagram direct message from my friend in Tallahassee, I decided to upend my plans to return home to wintery New Hampshire and instead travel south to sunny Florida.

After watching the Oscar-winning movie Everything, Everywhere, All at Once, I was intrigued by how the characters were able to jump through dimensions and experience different realities based on the choices they made.

I was driving home on an autumn evening
Accidentally on a backroad route
Leaves turning
John Mellencamp on the radio station – I’ve always loved the oldies – 

Let’s start with a story. The routine was like clockwork. My La La Land “City of Stars'' themed alarm would blare at 6:30am.

As the leaves change color – gently falling in the late summer breeze, clinging to the humid days of August – and classes start to begin again, I’ve come back to UVA this year intending to make Charlottesville my own.

Here is what I did when I first got here: I meticulously cleaned my apartment.