Tagged with Getting older

Lifetimes Away

I just learned that two old friends, X and Y—one I haven’t spoken to in almost a year, the other I haven’t spoken to in many years—got married to each other. I was surprised by the news because, one, I didn’t know they were dating, and, two, I didn’t expect either of them to get married any time … Continue reading

One little room and the biggest of plans

(Apologies to Elbow.) How much space does one need to come into one’s own? Some might need hundreds of miles, perhaps even worlds, to find themselves. Others might just need a little space, nothing too big or extensive or distant. Me, I just needed 20 square meters in a different city. Five years ago—with very … Continue reading

A Future of Firsts

Tomorrow is the last day of 2013. I just had my last Christmas, and will soon have my last New Year’s Eve, as a singleton. I only have about eight months left in the last of my twenties, which will end, of course, with my last birthday as an ummarried woman. Wow. All these lasts. (sigh) … Continue reading

The Last of My Twenties

UPDATE: I added a few more life lessons, so I had to rearrange some bits to still make twenty-nine. Enjoy! – – – Today, I turn—drum roll, please—twenty-nine. That’s just one year away from thirty! Or, on a glass-half-full note, that’s only nine years after twenty! (Wehehe.) In any case, I am now twenty-nine years old. And, … Continue reading

Those Dark Café Days

(Apologies to Joni Mitchell.) There’s this Joni Mitchell song that I just absolutely love, and that always reminds me of getting older whenever I listen to it—it’s “The Last Time I Saw Richard.” The last part of the song contains the following lines: All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin’ behind bottles in dark … Continue reading

Notes on Happiness 2012

Last September, I decided to start tweeting my personal notes on happiness. Some of the notes were inspired by what I was going through, some were inspired by what the people around me were going through, others were inspired by what I had read or heard. Point is, I was happy, and I wanted to … Continue reading