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The times they are a’changing

In 12 days I will be 32. Twelve. Days. This fact is simultaneously awesome and terrifying at the same time. I feel like 32 is going to be a big year. Of drastic change and interesting opportunities. I know this. Deep down inside, since I was a teenager, I looked toward the future and just understood that the universe was going to be good to me during my 32nd year. Does this make me flaky? Likely. But, any other time I’ve ever had these feelings – (inklings? premonitions? instincts? hallucinations?) they’ve turned out to be right. So I’m going to kick start this change- on August 3rd my graphic design/photography position is up with my current company, which basically forces me to delve into the deep end of the unknown. Exciting. Nerve racking. Wonderful. I can’t wait to see how my life turns out in the coming months.

Currently I’m listening to the Talking Heads “psycho killer”. It’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I’ve got nothing to do – but in a good way. In a lazy, wander-around-enjoying-my-space sort of way. A loving houseplants, reading old letters, drinking amazing coffee, windows-open, contented sort of way. Life is good.

A couple of weeks ago I decided to document the current state of my apartment. I feel like around the year and a half mark is when you really come into where you live. It becomes homey, yours. It doesn’t hurt to bake cookies in it, utilizing the vintage stove (how does this appliance work after 60 years?? It’s baffling. I’m currently knocking on wood as not to jinx myself), or stuff green, flowering plants in every corner. I love this time of year – the sun flows through my apartment for no less than 10 hours a day. It gets a little hot, but I still love it.

What will this year bring me? Will I find a new place to live? What job will I discover? Will I meet new friends? Discover a new inspiring project? Time will tell. Hurray for newness!

Incidentally, make these Oatmeal Raisin Cookies – they are probably the most amazing thing that has ever fallen into my mouth. Repeatedly. Beth’s Spicy Oatmeal Raisin Cookies