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To "Turn and Pull" -- Why I Volunteer As a Big Sister

Some days I wonder how I navigated through America's systems. I was the first in my family to travel through the public, private, and higher education system, the corporate business system, and even New York's public transit system. Luckily, I was able to get through them without relatively too much pain.

I got through my childhood and young adulthood by figuring things out on my own, through hard work, and a supportive mother, but there was always one resource I wish I had: a role model, an older sibling or an older cousin who had gone through the system before. My friends were able to study from their older sister's SAT books. I had to buy my own (#firstworldproblems, I know). Their siblings were free tutors, editors, and wisemen when it came to college applications and skin care routines. Heck, I had to do all the road tests for the longest lasting backpacks and the best feminine hygiene products. Thank God I was born in the era of Google, but it would have been so helpful to hear relevant advice from someone who could sympathize with what I was going through at the time. I'm sorry Mom, your Chinese herbal medicine was never going to help me ace a test...

That feeling of being lost and yearning to have someone by my side during those formative years really stuck with me. It pushed me to seek out mentors in the future, but also made me realize that there could be one less person without a role model in this world, and I could actually make that happen.

I've always been on the fence about kids. Some days they're angels and other days, they're straight up monsters (I'm sure parents can attest to that). So when I signed up to be a Big Sister, my immediate circle of friends gave me a serious talking to about the commitment I was about to make.

One of the first times I hung out with L was at her dance recital where she danced Michael Jackson's "Thriller"

One of the first times I hung out with L was at her dance recital where she danced Michael Jackson's "Thriller"

Being with L, my Little Sister, was super tough for the first five months. It was the first time I was dealing with a kid other than my kid sister (who I could yell and scream at), and our personalities could not be more different. There were days I was struggling to find common ground and days I wrestled with giving up. I decided to teach L how to ride a bike, but it became a bad day when she fell after I let go, promising that I would hold on. Trust fell to an all-time low.

The things I let L do to my face... I walked out in public like this, definitely got some looks.

The things I let L do to my face... I walked out in public like this, definitely got some looks.

Gradually with time, wounds heal, positive experiences and memories are created, trust is built back up again, and a relationship becomes stronger. L and I have reached a point where we feel comfortable being silent next to each other. We know each other's quirks and when someone is having a bad day. We've had conversations about expectations, disappointments, and the real world post-middle school. She's only 10. I try to be as honest and transparent with her (with sensitivity towards her age, of course) and give her the really reallies for her to digest.

We have been matched for 10 months now, and recently, I've been seeing a change in her. The girl who disliked doing homework or going to school asked me about what it was like to go to college. The girl that was too scared to get back on her bike asked to go biking this past Saturday. The girl who was too scared to swim the length of the pool without holding the wall every 3 seconds swam today, hands-free from end to end. Her courage does not come automatically without reservations, but the progress she's making is so clear that I can't help feeling proud.

What motivated me to write this was something I saw on our walk home today. I asked L if she was interested in taking swim classes so she could become a better swimmer. She replied with her usual response, "No, because I don't want to." I prodded her with more whys, she said she wanted to hang out with her friends instead, and ultimately said she just didn't want to learn.

I responded, "The moment you stop learning is the moment you turn dumb."

As I was explaining how learning keeps her mind elastic and expanding, I could see the cogs in her noggin churning. She was actively listening to what I was saying, not hearing. It was the first time I saw her seriously considering the argument I was making...

L's quite the bowler. Beat me in candle pin by a huge margin...

L's quite the bowler. Beat me in candle pin by a huge margin...

One thing I loved most about P&G was the mantra to "Turn and Pull" -- women "turning" to other women and "pulling" them in to higher positions; affinity group members making sure to recommend promotions for their deserving members. This mantra sticks with me because it applies to so many people in our lives -- someone like a Little Sister, a current student from our alma maters, or a fellow friend looking for a job.

Our country talks about income gaps, racial gaps, educational gaps... all these socioeconomic gaps and big empty words that become chicken and the egg debates or a round of pointing fingers. Instead, why don't we take action especially for those of us in a position to "turn and pull." I strongly believe that my time with L will impact her life in some way. I hope that I can help her overcome the obstacles and navigate the system that we as Americans have to swim through. I hope I can be that role model for her that I yearned for as a teen. And I hope after reading this, maybe you will consider being a role model for someone, too.

Photography 101 Exercise: Home

Home. It’s a really interesting concept to think about. For the past six years of my life, I have never lived in one location for more than a year and a half. I don’t think college really counts, and I was always gone every summer.

When I moved to Seattle for my first job after college, I struggled to call Seattle “home.” My best friend reminded me that it was like deja vu because I made the same comments when I left Los Angeles, my hometown, for school across the country in Boston.

I’m back in Boston now. And moving across the country again was tough, much harder than the last because I truly fell in love with Seattle and made it my home. Now reflecting, the definition of “home” has changed so much for me over the past few years. Having lived in LA, Boston, Minneapolis, Charlotte, and Seattle, I realize it’s no longer location based. It’s cliche, but I finally understand what they mean by “Home is where the heart is.”

I made the decision to move back to Boston to be closer to my boyfriend. We were embarking on new journeys, and it was important for us to support each other by being there for each other emotionally and physically. “Home” now is wherever he is. And one day, he promises that “home” will be wherever I am.

We moved into our first one-bedroom apartment in Cambridge and have made it our physical home complete with a projector and a 84″ screen. There are days when he works late, and I find that our home is a little empty, but it’s the nights when he walks in with his hole-ridden socks when our home is complete.

One Month Update

It has officially been a month and a half since I started my new job, and taking photos of shellfish has become my life. I have a huge library already and even created a Twitter handle (“OysterPorn” like FoodPorn… get it?) for my eventual never-ending tweets of oyster photos I have collected. Besides building a photo library of shellfish, I also launched our company website (you can see most of my photos there) and started getting deeper with social media, exploring apps like Feedly, Bit.ly, Target Pattern, etc. Social media marketing is truly about generating compelling content, but it definitely takes a lot of time and effort.

As of a few weeks ago, I was still living out of my suitcases so blogging wasn’t a huge priority. The good news, though, is now I am completely settled and can finally get back to a bit of normalcy. One of the nice things about moving in with Jonathan has been my motivation to cook more. When I lived by myself, I would waste a lot of food because I couldn’t eat it all in a reasonable time, and I would get lazy after a long day of work. Now that there’s someone around to appreciate my craft, I enjoy cooking on weeknights more often and feel assured that everything will be consumed!

Some nights when neither of us can make it to the grocery store, I really have to get creative with the ingredients in the house, and that has forced me to cook things I’ve never made in the past like miso ramen, butternut squash spaghetti, and a decent number of kale salads thanks to our weekly kale supply from our CSA (so glad I won’t see kale for a while).

For Thanksgiving yesterday, I cooked a feast: 3 appetizers, 2 mains, 3 sides, 2 desserts, and 1 digestif. It was the first time I cooked for 10 people, and it was EPIC. It was also the first time that dinner was served on time! Prepped the night before and timed everything perfectly, even dessert. The menu was as follows:

  • Deviled eggs
  • Couscous Salad
  • Bacon-wrapped stuffed pears
  • Honey ham
  • Broccoli and mushroom casserole
  • Sweet potato corn bread stuffing
  • Creamed corn
  • String beans sautéed
  • Pumpkin pie
  • Brownie with pumpkin ice cream
  • Irish coffee

Unfortunately, I have no photos from last night because I have been without a camera for a while — I gifted my DSLR to my sister, but as of today, Black Friday, I am awaiting my new Canon D70 scheduled to arrive Wednesday! And it’s coming with a telephoto lens, eeee! May have splurged just a little too much… Black Friday always does that to me.

Excited to post more recipes and photos finally! Just in time for the holiday itis!

A Year and Five Months Later

In June 2012, a lot of big things happened: I graduated from college, moved to Seattle, and embarked on my career as a full-time business woman (you can see that post here). Now a year and five months later, like deja vu, I’m going through big things again:

1. I decided to leave my corporate job to pursue my passion.

"Forget about the fast lane. If you really want to fly, harness your power to your passion. Honor your calling. Everybody has one. Trust your heart, and success will come to you." - Oprah Winfrey

A long time ago, I made a promise to myself that I would make food my life. And this past September, I decided to take that step. Maybe it was Steve Job’s biography, the numerous articles floating around the interwebz about “making every day count,” the discussions with my mentors, or simply a combination of all those things that pushed me over the edge. Basically, I realized and/or acknowledged the following:

  • The best time to take risks is when I am young and not tied to any responsibilities.
  • Money isn’t everything.
  • Ask myself every morning: Is this what I want to be doing if this was my last day to live? (Wisdom from Steve Jobs)
  • I am not running away from something, I’m running to something better.

Which led me to the next change:

2. I now do marketing for an oyster wholesale company!

I’ve only been on the job for three weeks, but it is pretty freakin’ awesome! In a nutshell, I take photos of oysters, harvest oysters on the farm, create marketing material, and really get to flex my creative/design muscle! Did I mention that I get to eat them too after a photo shoot? Oyster tastings every Monday!

I have always loved the field of marketing (that’s why I studied it), and to finally be able to do FOOD marketing is like a dream come true. I know my experience is still premature with only a few weeks in, but I work with great people and have an opportunity to grow the business, which really excites me!

There’s me in my waders, harvesting oysters for the first time!

There’s me in my waders, harvesting oysters for the first time!

3. I moved back to Beantown!

Words can’t describe how much I love Seattle. I see myself moving back one day because I love the Pacific NW so much. But Jonathan has had a few big changes of his own too, and we decided it made the most sense for us to be in the same city — for the sake of our relationship and having each other’s support as we embarked on new directions.

I will admit being closer to my significant other has been great. We made long distance work for a year and a half, but now we can cook dinner together, try new things in real-time, and simply be on the same time zone! Working in the seafood industry means I’m up early (I have to be at work by 7 a.m.), which also means I’m in bed early. Sometimes if it’s too late, Jonathan will pack my lunch for the next day and leave little notes or a slice of pumpkin pie to surprise me. I have grown to appreciate him more and more, and these little things are only one example of how he takes care of me.

Jon and me at a friend’s wedding this October (my first wedding ever!).

Jon and me at a friend’s wedding this October (my first wedding ever!).

4. Leaving the Comfort Zone

Moving to Seattle forced me to make new friends and try new things because I knew no one and nothing there. Moving back to Boston has been much easier because most of my college friends are here, I know the area, and Jonathan has physically been here to help me. But I do not want to fall into that trap, resuming or sinking easily back in to what was familiar and comfortable. The first few months in Seattle were challenging, but it pushed my limits and made me a stronger person… and I had so much fun!

I want to continue pushing my comfort zone even in Boston. It’s a new chapter in my life, and it deserves new problems, new experiences, and new friends. I’m hoping to brush up on my Chinese, play more piano (join a band?), and be more rigorous with my yoga practice. Travel more, do NYC justice, and broaden my horizons.

I’m really excited and optimistic about the decisions I have made, and I can only pray that things work out, which they always do. They say being in your twenties is a special time, so I am determined to make the most of it!