2009
I told Ben that I had been writing whilst he was asleep on my "couch" when I had really been facebook stalking...After I sent him up to bed, I decided to bring some truth to my stupid lie and sit down and actually write. After all it has been forever since I last posted anything and 2009 is well on its way.
I used to be so obsessed with time and its passing that things like New Years and my birthday used to freak me out beyond belief. Maybe it is because 2008 went so well or maybe I'm just getting older and more accepting of the fact that the days, weeks and months melt away so easily but this New Years Eve came and went in a drunken haze that when I awoke around midday on January 1st, the significance of the turning of one year into another hardly even fazed me.
08 started well, with the first ever time that I celebrated NYE and nothing going wrong. I partied with friends after working a hard shift at the restaurant and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Then my Birthday came and went, I turned 25, realised this meant that I was halfway to 50 and drank away the feeling of fear that I didn't know where my life was headed...Early March resulted in the beginning of the relationship I had spent almost a year longing for. From then on, everything seemed bright and full of hope and possibilities. May brought my acceptance to NYU and since then nothing has been the same.
And here I am, January 16th 2009, almost 26 years of age, sitting in the living room of my basement apartment (in a building which was meant to have been the location for Real World, Brookyn) surrounded by wonderful people, awaiting the beginning of my second semester at Grad School thinking, what was I ever so worried about??
I still get those familiar pangs of fright every so often but then I remember that I live in New York City, the place where dreams are made and realised (or so I am led to believe)!!
SO here's to the rest of the year. To a hellishly hard next semester, to good times in the Big Apple and (hopefully) to graduation and the rest of my life...
I'm not too sure what this post was all about, but it feels good to write something that isn't an academic essay. I'm aiming to write a lot more, I need to write more mundaneness in order to write more creatively. But chances are, this good spirit that now lives me in is less desperate to express, screams a lot more quietly than the raging angst that resided previously and I shall continue with my life in the calm and controlled manner that I have been.
Wishing you all the best x
I used to be so obsessed with time and its passing that things like New Years and my birthday used to freak me out beyond belief. Maybe it is because 2008 went so well or maybe I'm just getting older and more accepting of the fact that the days, weeks and months melt away so easily but this New Years Eve came and went in a drunken haze that when I awoke around midday on January 1st, the significance of the turning of one year into another hardly even fazed me.
08 started well, with the first ever time that I celebrated NYE and nothing going wrong. I partied with friends after working a hard shift at the restaurant and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Then my Birthday came and went, I turned 25, realised this meant that I was halfway to 50 and drank away the feeling of fear that I didn't know where my life was headed...Early March resulted in the beginning of the relationship I had spent almost a year longing for. From then on, everything seemed bright and full of hope and possibilities. May brought my acceptance to NYU and since then nothing has been the same.
And here I am, January 16th 2009, almost 26 years of age, sitting in the living room of my basement apartment (in a building which was meant to have been the location for Real World, Brookyn) surrounded by wonderful people, awaiting the beginning of my second semester at Grad School thinking, what was I ever so worried about??
I still get those familiar pangs of fright every so often but then I remember that I live in New York City, the place where dreams are made and realised (or so I am led to believe)!!
SO here's to the rest of the year. To a hellishly hard next semester, to good times in the Big Apple and (hopefully) to graduation and the rest of my life...
I'm not too sure what this post was all about, but it feels good to write something that isn't an academic essay. I'm aiming to write a lot more, I need to write more mundaneness in order to write more creatively. But chances are, this good spirit that now lives me in is less desperate to express, screams a lot more quietly than the raging angst that resided previously and I shall continue with my life in the calm and controlled manner that I have been.
Wishing you all the best x