Exactly a year ago on this day, I was in this bar listening to a jazz band, imitating the keyboardist and pretending someone’s arm was a set of keys, sipping alcohol like a boss and successfully holding myself up, all the while aware of some things beginning to change.
Fast forward to a year later, I’m not sure I like all the changes that took place, but it’s also difficult not to admit that things took some interesting turns. There were a lot of highs in between the monotony of routine–like two trips and a mountain adventure that I’ll eventually write about–but also some nosedives. Then again, the only natural thing to do afterwards is to come up for more air, so here we are.
Anyway, the good thing is, things are not exactly stagnant. I actually just wish there would be enough time to write!