cut fruit, an overflowing pantry that smells of rice, sauces, and chinese medicine.
the sound of crunchy plastic when you try to force the pantry door close because it would quite literally kill your parents to throw something away that they might need for a soup or a concoction or a braised meat dish. 

home is where the heart is, and though sometimes you can take the little girl out of sydney, you'll never take sydney out of her.