Thursday, July 28, 2016
New, Fresh Decade
I spent the last week of my 20s seeing friends, laughing, and sharing stories (also pizza).
I returned to Jurassic Park:
I celebrated my brother's birthday with the friends we all grew up with and a huge order of Greek takeout and this Legend of Zelda cake:
I caught a sliver of rainbow over New Brunswick, NJ:
My actual birthday was a little chaotic--I'm moving from one apartment to another, but staying in the same city.
Part of me can't help but see the poetic justice in being in-between leases at the end of my 20s.
I spent my 20th birthday volunteering at an AIDS orphanage outside Cape Town. I knew my childhood was over that day. I vowed to make the life ahead of me one of service, at the expense of any and all creature comforts. (This was before the froyo explosion.)
Ten years later I woke up early to help instruct a few classes of kiddies in concepts like harvesting, the life cycle, and composting.
In a literal sense, it was a Dirty 30--I got dirt underneath my fingernails, all right.
I've moved almost yearly throughout my 20s. But I also sought to be a part of communities and care for people. There's always more I can learn. Still, moments like this feel good:
Because I am home, because I am where I came from, I did the most Jersey Girl thing I could think to do: I got a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee and went to the beach.
Then out to eat with family during my hometown's Restaurant Week.
Life is good, I'm excited for a fresh decade.