15 October 2013

an adult at the two-eight

Lately, I am semi-sure that I am mostly becoming an adult.

This month is the one in which I will turn twenty-eight.

I am feeling good about 28.

28 feels like growth and knowledge and learning and possibilities and putting down roots and spreading of wings.  It feels like a lot of good things on the horizon, and sometimes it even feels like gurgly babies, maybe, perhaps, possibly, uterus and maturity willing, of course.

Twenty eight is feeling like falling in love with my husband all over again.  Falling in love with how young we are, how young we aren't, how grown we've become, how much growing we get to do together still.

Twenty eight is also like falling into comfort with some things I don't want to be anymore.  A people pleaser, to the detriment of my own joy.  A worst-case-scenario-thinker.  A non-coffee drinker.  


(Oh coffee, I really like you now.  You make me want to wake up early.  Which is something that has never been accomplished before.  For almost-serious.)

28 is finally getting a bra fitting. Getting my ta-tas measured and scooped and finding some feminine swagger in my chest, a newfound thing for me.  Oh, and new bras.  New bras are pretty much as good as it gets sometimes, no?  Soft, creamy cotton and spandex with little bits of lace against your skin?  Nothing makes me feel giddier than a new bra, with some new underoos to match, hidden underneath regular old Saturday jeans and a tee shirt.


Being an adult, in particular one who lived off of two suitcases worth of items and still had more personal possessions that every Cambodian she met, has also meant purging and donating and throwing things away.  Throwing. Things. Away.

I am getting good at discerning priceless memories separate from things.  Which might be one of the biggest lessons of becoming twenty eight.  Things are things are things.  Memories are feelings are joys.  And the latter don't disappear or collect dust or take up space.  They exist, alongside your soul, inform your decisions and compound every single day's happiness.


Twenty eight is also knowing that Dumbo will still make me cry, Belle is still the best heroine, and that some other child may get joy from my unneeded VHS tapes, which is more than enough reason to part with them.

Yes, the bend toward adulthood is imminent, but I bid a fair welcome to it.

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    1. aw, thanks! i think i am in love with your comment!

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  2. yay for turning 28! happy birthday!

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  3. Good morning, how are you?

    My name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.

    I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because trough them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately, it is impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are very small countries with very few population, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.

    For all this, I would ask you one small favor:
    Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Cambodia? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Cambodia in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:

    Emilio Fernandez Esteban
    Avenida Juan de la Cierva, 44
    28902 Getafe (Madrid)
    Spain

    If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.

    Finally, I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.

    Yours Sincerely

    Emilio Fernandez

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