Quarter life
I haven’t written in so long. I was worried that I ran out of words to say, or worse, that I had forgotten how to speak my mind. I turned 25 in spectacular international waters, literally. I was in the ocean with my best friend and all I could think of was how lucky I am to live to see 25. At 24, the first time I felt electric excitement on my birthday, I promised myself that I would try to find the magic every year and gift it to myself. All the birthdays before were a blur, I choose to start over every year now, a new me for every tour of the sun. If I look back and find myself unrecognisable then I’ve grown enough, and if I look back fondly then I’ve got no regrets. I would like my life to be unrecognisable in the best ways when I turn 26. I will try and chase that magic and dive headfirst into whatever the tides bring, but this year feels and smells and tastes like hope. Until now I could somewhat see the horizon and know which way to swim, but one plane ride and two suitcases have...