These days, I find myself routinely returning to the same few recipes - cookies, banana bread, lemon cake. There's something especially comforting in the assurance that the results will be the same, that success (in my opinion) is guaranteed.
The same goes for what I've been doing. It's been the same places, same faces, same names, of late. I've been feeling particularly insular, returning to the simple things that bring me comfort, not particularly willing to venture out for the new and the exciting.
It feels like a travesty to be writing that the past week was insane etc in every single post. My life, unfortunately, isn't as exciting as you're led to believe. Like any other 16 year old, the responsibility of school beckons (though I can attest that we do respond in differing degrees).
BUT, admittedly, it was the Best. Week. Ever. No kidding. If I thought that the previous week was amazing, that was only the appetizer. I met so many (more) inspiring people (including Claudia Wu from Cherrybombe - kinda star-struck moment there, Jane from Kith - who was from the same school as yours truly and gosh, like I said, so many). Besides that, I finally made the long-due trip to the Red Dot design museum, went out for brunch with Jonas, and gained so much fresh perspective on food, writing, travel and generally, life.
Beyond that, I've never heard "You look really young!" mentioned as frequently as this week. It's usually a "Where do you work?"
Usually, an old chapter ends before a new one is begun. But not this one. There's no closure here, no epilogue to wrap it all up. It's a rush, a condensation of time, like a hastily-assembled sandwich with a woeful lack of dressing. And it shows. The aftereffects are apparent, blatantly so, in the bags lining eyes, in the bouts of depressed silence and the tracks of Hozier playing on repeat.
So right now, right here, in the dark of this relatively quiet Friday night - the first of twenty fifteen's - I'll write one.
This holiday, I've truly come to experience and perhaps grasp slight understanding of 'impermanence'. It's a sacred topic (to me) and a rather personal one, but I'm sharing it here since this space is to document aspects of my life, and this is another. I've been lounging about the house in a little of a 'footle', not thinking about anything in particular, not doing anything in particular, just craving some silent companionship and something to keep this boredom at bay.
To be truthful, nothing seems to work. Eating a snack delivers momentary distraction, movies and shows stave insouciance off for an hour or two, and excursions always seem to end too soon. You see, this is impermanence, this ending of anything in a temporal state, be it physical or mental. Nothing lasts forever.