Ten years from now, I’ll be 26—almost 27.
At that age, my mother was already married and I was in her womb.
Whoa, I’m getting shivers. I can’t imagine myself taking care of a child. Maybe I’ll have a dog by then (maybe even a Corgi!). (S)he’ll live with me and my boyfriend/spouse in our apartment in New York. The three of us will take long walks during the fall all bundled up in pea coats and mufflers and mittens, grab a coffee at our favorite place on the corner, buy groceries to bake pumpkin pies and gingerbread men. The love of my life and I will talk over a dinner of pot roast and couscous back at the house. We’ll both complain about the stresses of our jobs, but we both know that in a minute we’ll look up and smile and know that we wouldn’t have things any other way.
It shall be glorious.
– Originally written on January 12, 2011.
We shall see.
To be perfectly honest, approaching this article was borderline cringe-inducing. To me it’s almost akin to looking up how to kiss or how to slow dance. It’s awkward — but it’s necessary.
A little backstory. I used to be painfully shy. I know that sounds cliche, but it’s true. Up until maybe junior high school, I had trouble even asking employees at Walmart where I could find the peanut butter. I remember getting verbally smacked upside the head by my parents so many times for being so shy. I grew out of it, kind of like childhood asthma or an allergy, and to this day, I’m not sure how I did it.
I moved a lot growing up. As ‘the new kid’ in school, starting conversations with strangers wasn’t just an annoying ritual of social etiquette–it was a survival skill. Your bow and arrow in the elementary school’s social Hunger Games. Most of the time, I wasn’t even a contender. Wallflower? More like a clod of turf tossed up underfoot.
Things got better as I got older. I’m nineteen now and have survived high school, even freshman orientation in college. Now networking events are the new challenge. I’m pretty sure I’ll never truly be at ease, but I’m moving along. I still stutter, stumble sometimes, but that’s okay. I know where to find the peanut butter now.
I may have stumbled across something truly revolutionary: sprinkling poppy seeds over fried eggs.
visited the Bond NYC store on Bleecker. I had my first whiff of New York Amber and felt my whole body droop heavy with pleasure. I know where my next piggy bank is headed.
savored my first pot of Lapsang Souchong tea. As the barista described it, “It always reminds me of a crackling fireplace in a snow lodge.” Instant vacation in a cup.
wrote a letter to a person from my past. I ended up spilling some of the tea on it–classic me.
wandered slightly lost in the Village with John Coltrane on full blast as the sun set around me.
ended the night with a sleepy ride back uptown as Haruki Murakami’s world of After Dark came alive in the rosy cave behind closed eyes.
I will not forget.
At first, the sound of birds chirping in the night was kind of magical, almost like hearing the soundtrack of an illusion of a beautiful day outside. Five hours later, it’s getting to be unbearably annoying and, to be honest, more than a little creepy. I mean, what are they doing out there in the dark? What are they talking about?
– May 11, 2013
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I’m not sure whether to laugh or to sigh.
I can’t help but feel that I’m doing something right with my life when my conditioner finally runs out at the same time as my shampoo.
– July 2, 2013
I learned today that my shuttle home from work drops off within five minutes’ walking distance of Lloyd’s Carrot Cake. This could be a problem.