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Now What?

Now What?

To everyone who has ever felt like they have no idea what to do next, I feel you. To everyone who has ever questioned their own ability to thrive, I feel you. I’ve always thought everyone else had it more together than me. Absolutely everyone […]

New Season

New Season

The Richmond Nightmarket is open for business. And business it shall get. Like a dutiful slobbering food obsessed nerd, I was there with my stomach empty and wallet wide open. Unfortunately, even though the night coincided with the series finale of Game of Thrones, the […]

Going Somewhere

Going Somewhere

NYC 09.2018

I have almost arrived at a critical junction where I have to either hop on a different train, or stay on the fetid one I’ve been on for the last two years. Funny thing about fetidness — you kind of stop noticing how foul it is after a while once you get used to it. I know it’s there, it’s always tickling my senses with a slight irk. But I’ve learned to temper the discomfort by telling myself this is ok when I knew from the day I got on that this is indeed not ok.

Transitions like this scare me.

I know I’m privileged enough to leave and take a leap of faith, but I’m also terrified of leaving behind stability and familiarity. I guess it’s something like Stockholm syndrome adjacent, this strangely dutiful loyalty that’s stuck to me like crumbs that have started to go rancid.

I’m afraid to leave because of uncertainty.

I need to leave because life is finite. If not now, then when?

This makes me think a lot about transitions. Everyone is in transit somewhere, somehow. It could be as inane as starting to take dietary fiber daily. It could be as insane as packing like a minimalist and moving to the other side of the globe to become a Buddhist monk.

Where are you headed? Where am I headed? We are all headed somewhere.

NYC 09.2018

In these last two years, I seemed to have hopped on a wild ride. Passengers got on and got off rapidly, the scenery changed in the blink of an eye. My train is now slowing and pulling into a station where many other tracks cross and sprawl. It’s untidy, tangled, and I don’t have a map.

The stinking scent of my train used to bother me, now I feel like I will miss it. How do I know the next one I get on won’t make a beeline to somewhere I never want to be? What’s to say that where I am now was where I never wanted to be?

Last year I was a traveler. I went to New York, and amidst the towering beauty, the sleeplessness, the thick balmy air, the trash heaps piled high on street corners, I wished that in my life trajectory will lead me there eventually.

I don’t know what train will take me there, but definitely not the one I’ve been sitting on, clutching on for dear life to. I keep waiting for someone to pry my fingers loose so I can jump off, I keep waiting for permission from my self. I keep wanting to be ready, but I’ll never be ready.

New York awaits somewhere down the line in that tangled mess of tracks. I may get there, I may not. But I’ll definitely never get there sitting in this fetid car. Even if I can’t smell it anymore, I shouldn’t want to stay in it.

I’m terrified, and in a few weeks I’ll write about which new train I’ve gotten on instead.