Just as quickly as this year is coming to an end, I’m typing out one last blog post before heading out to dinner.
2013 felt like two or more years squished into one. At the beginning I was fretting over thesis, but that ended wonderfully in May. Before I could really catch my breath I started life in a new city. I have met many wonderfully new people, but also rekindled old friendships. I even like to think I’ve tugged some of those friends from NYC to SF. I’ve picked up new interests, and thrown myself more into old ones. I’m proud to have biked a 100 miles in one go, and to survive a backpacking trip up the lost coast. This year has been filled with some of the best books I’ve read in ages. I’ve ended up in one of the most delightful apartments (& roommate!) I’ve ever had. My job is challenging & rewarding, and I feel so incredibly lucky to have it.
This is of course a gloss over the best things, the worst were not so bad. No particular tragedies, and stressful and sad times have kind of faded from my memory. This has been one of the best. I have plans for 2014, and hope it can live up to its predecessor.
Robots for colds? perhaps
I can’t stand not knowing something. I guess that’s called curiosity.
It is almost as if I could just figure out the logo, everything would be right in my life.
Crying in public is such a New York behavior. Never before have I witnessed people silently weeping walking down the streets, sitting on stoops, or waiting on the train. But where should we cry? Us, the broken-hearted, the stressed, the angered, the confused. Shuffled from home to work in such a public way, there is so little privacy. New Yorkers build little invisible walls between themselves and the world. We carry them out the door and into crowded streets and trains. These little empty walls allow us to be so open, but also maintain our public privacy.