This heartfelt essay brings back memories of the days when late-night email replies were a norm. The writer vividly recalls the windowless basement lab at Cornell, where they used to check their dad's emails from his publishing company and reply to him. The mention of strawberry Pop-tarts, however trivial, evokes nostalgia for simpler times and the carefree days of college!

The writer's perception of "artists" and writing as a career is quite amusing. They seem to have a clear idea of what they wanted (read: didn't want) in their life based on their dad's experience, which is both relatable and thought-provoking. I hope the writer eventually finds their passion and pursues it wholeheartedly! https://lithub.com/what-my...