I’m all moved into my new apartment in my new city. I am so incredibely homesick (for where, I don’t know, but I found this German word that maybe sort-of explains what I’m feeling: Fernweh) and so deeply lovesick (for whom I do know, but I can’t think about him or I will implode, and even just writing this has brought me tears I have denied myself for days now). My heart is broken, and I am lost and floating further away. BUT!

BUT! Let’s distract me. It’s time to think about this inquiry of the moment: If you were a beverage, what beverage would you be? Please think carefully about your ingredients, density, and container-needs.

For reference, other identities we’ve explored: Vegetable Identity, Pasta Identity