bittersweet

Tyler winning the sprint up the manayunk wall.Me and my grandmother

Niagara Falls

I've been a little busy in the past month. In between me being an aunt, watching bike races, graduating college, preparing an abstract for a human genetics meeting, picking up a deer tick, getting hit by a car today, and serving as my family's personal tour guide, seldom did I have time for myself. I'm going to take a well-deserved breather now.

Fuck. But all this means I'm no longer under the safetynet of "emerging adulthood" but I'm actually a full-fledged adult. I'm not ready to be though, remember I've still got baggage from adolescence. At this point, I'll be dragging that suitcase behind me with a broken wheel until I die.

So the elusive answer to "so what're you going to do next?" escapes me again. I just want to ride my bike to Walden Pond and write poetry for a decade or two.

The simplicity in which I want to live my life is not realistic at all.