oh, hello

It’s been five years since the spring that changed my life…before that point, I thought I’d experienced everything for which I could be nostalgic in the future. But the past–the recent past, even–is something I think about every day, perhaps too often. At 30, I do wonder if I think about my future often enough. Then again, there’s really not much to consider. Unless I’m faced with some horrific circumstance that forces me to start over, most of my major life decisions are made, and I’m more than happy with those decisions. But there’s something romantic about new beginnings, even outside of the context of relationships. Five years ago was my last new beginning…everything else since then has been a continuation of that, a natural transition from one job, dwelling, or commitment level. That’s not to say I’ve become complacent or bored; I’m very content with the here and now. But I’m still ready for another new beginning, and in another ten years, I’ll probably crave another one. I have little interest in the “settled” lifestyle that is promoted among Facebook friends and thirtysomethings in general. My love and career are the only constants I really want, and I’m fortunate that neither of those things tie me down.
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I should probably start going to a therapist. No one wants to read this self-indulgence. Do people even write personal blogs anymore? I fucking hate Tumblr. #showingmyage #xangastillexistsapparently
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Evidently, Kishi Bashi has a coffee now. It’s pretty great. I should have heard this song a couple of years earlier than I did. It’s not an old song, really, but it’s the most nostalgic song I know of.