Lauryn Week 1 B-O-B-A

                     The beautiful sun shined, trees and leaves blew, and I can feel my eyes waking up. As I start to get ready for the day. My family and I decide to go out to eat. Chinese food of course. Later, after lunch, I ask my mom, "can we get boba." And her instant response, "but you just had it last week." As I argue that it wasn't last week but the last 2 weeks ago. My mom gets somehow persuade by my talking and we head to a boba place. As my stomach craves for the most basic boba drink, passion fruit green tea, my mind's powerful desire for it heavies. The thought of the chewiness, smooth, soft texture of boba amplifies my eagerness contagiously. And we can't forget about the lychee jelly as well. The crisp, sweet taste of the actual lychee fruit, and the jello feeling on my tongue. Both combined of greatness. We then arrived at one of my favorite boba places, Itea. It was packed as usual. And a long line was appearing. The thought of the wait disappeared as long as I got my boba. Looking up at the board of the different flavors and drinks made me curious about what they all could taste like. 

                       It was our turn next, I told myself that, I would be getting a passion fruit green tea with boba and lychee jelly. As I step up, the lady smiles and says, "oh you're the girl. The girl that comes here quite often for her boba drink." I was caught a bit off guard and replied, "yes that's me." As I finish ordering, I thought to myself, wow who knew getting a boba drink could shape my own identity as a customer. I was never remembered as a normal customer in some places. But here I was to be known as a girl that gets her boba often. Same drink with the same toppings. The imagery of how the worker must had recognized me, made me question a lot. Do I come here too much? Should I order a different drink? Am I to be known as a boba girl? I was very amused by my own self. 

                        "Order number 12," being yelled out. That was me. I quickly walked to the counter. The lady smiles again and this time says, "enjoy your boba, hope to see you again." I smile back holding my delightful boba drink. I felt a bit pleased for this Boba. It gave me a reason to come back here again. And to be remembered as a boba girl. I couldn't wait to drink. I mixed it back and forth, and up and down. The POP, as my straw, poked a hole into the cover of the lid. My first sips are always a pleasure. The mixture and combination of the drink itself and the added toppings equaled magic. I felt connected to the drink like it was my first time drinking it. This time, it felt different. Maybe because she added more boba this time  but this boba was a memory reminder to people of who I am. And what I like. It is a small world we live in. And my bloated stomach has had enough boba for one day.