This video is me starting a proper digital journal — not the highlight reel stuff, but the in-between moments I usually ignore. I’ve been feeling nostalgic after watching old family footage, and it reminded me how my parents used to film everything: not because it was “content,” but because they just wanted to capture the people they loved and whatever life looked like back then. Those clips are small and ordinary — like me as a kid being weirdly happy to wash dishes — but they’re the ones that ended up meaning the most. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been backing up our old cassettes onto my hard drive, and it’s honestly been emotional. I don’t remember much of my childhood, and with immigrant parents, their early life is still kind of a mystery to me — so these videos feel like pieces of family history I can’t replace. It made me realize the point of filming my life isn’t to impress anyone or chase validation online; it’s to remember. So on June 8th at 12:30 p.m., I’m calling this day one: I’m going to document my day-to-day, the mundane stuff, the ups and downs, and try to make the small moments count.