Tag: Life changes
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More than just my skin
Identity is so strange at times. Some days I feel I know exactly who I am; other days, I feel like I have barely scratched the surface. Of course, a part of me still caters to what people expect of me, silently molding myself into a more digestible version of who I am in order…
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When I do
When I do tell my friends we are no longer together, I tell them it was the distance. I omit that it was not physical, but rather emotional. Parts of me silenced during our relationship struggling to find the right words for you to understand me. Getting lost in a downward spiral of self-loathing for…
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It was all but a dream
The harsh reality of growing up and being an adult is realizing that everything you ever wanted is not exactly what you need. When my parents would distinguish “needs” and “wants”, I thought they were getting off on a technicality to not buy me that new Barbie, but now the difference can not be clearer.…
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Ch. 7 • The Seven Year Itch
I love the number 7, I was born on the 7th of February and I adore the fact that 7 is seen as a lucky number in many cultures. However, for once in my life, the number 7 is joining me in a way I thought would not be possible. It’s highlighted by discomfort. 7…
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Ch. 6 • Food for thought
Validating my reality In one of my final lectures for my marketing class, my professor asked students to stand up if English was not their first language, and had the class give us a round of applause. I stood up and as I was walking out shared with my friends that it made me really…
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Ch. 5 • Hoarding Memories
Memory boxes I have a box filled objects, polaroids and letters. I have treasured that box and opened it up every once in a while. I am a very sentimental person, if I could, I would keep every single ticket stub, little knick-knack. I used to store all these away in the hope that one…
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Chapter 1 • the beginning of everything
Growing pains – adulthood and awakening When I was four, I thought I knew exactly who I was. I was a determined girl who wanted to be a corporate lawyer. I barely knew what it meant to be a lawyer, yet alone a corporate lawyer. It sounded good though! My parent’s friends looked impressed and…
The Journal of an Amateur Adult 