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Enter: Yaz

Hey y’all, I’m Yaz! I’m from NYC, and I’m going to Yale in the fall. I think I’m going to major in Classics (lots of Latin and Greek and ancient history) and probably bio or math or something else. That’s pretty much still up in the air! I really love running — long distance, pretty slowly — and I was on my high school’s cross country team for four years. Writing is pretty fun too. Creative nonfiction is my favorite, but I’ve also done some journalism stuff in the past.

I really like bees. I can tell you a lot of fun facts about bees. Here’s a few. All of the worker bees are female. A queen bee starts off as a randomly designated egg who is fed a superfood called royal jelly and then she gets Really Buff. Male bees’ only function to bee society is mating with the queen. If a colony is running low on resources, worker bees will pick up male bees and chuck them out of the hive.

I decided to join the Good Life because I found that I’m happiest when I’m outside mucking around in the woods and connecting with new people. I did an Overland trip when I was 12, and have wanted to do another outdoorsy thing ever since. And then that never happened because I needed to “do things for college applications”. And then I fractured and herniated my spine from running too much. And then Covid happened. So that was cute. Not so much the Good Life, but rather the Incredibly Mediocre Life. BUT!! Now I’m here. Unfractured. Unherniated. In need of tree-hugging time. Excited to be going on this adventure with you all.

While listening to the Food Sovereignty podcast, I was really struck by the line about metaphorically bringing your ancestors with you when you go to the grocery store. And that got me thinking that food sovereignty is really weird for my family because my parents were born in Malaysia and then grew up in Australia, but the whole family line originated in China and I was born in NYC. So, the closest thing I really get to food sovereignty is visiting H Mart with my family and eating my mom’s cooking. We don’t have any intergenerational recipes, so it’s kind of like, “Oh look, it’s my mom’s lasagna recipe that we’re going to pretend she didn’t originally find on a pasta box.” I guess it’s very difficult to track my family’s roots through food (and therefore also difficult to reclaim and connect with my family’s roots through food).

I was on a call with Simon earlier this week and he told me that 5-ish of you are from NYC and we’re on the same flight, so I look forward to meeting some of you then and I’ll meet the rest of you a few hours later!