Hello, my pretties! How are you all? Well, I hope!
I couldn’t be doing better today! I’m finally back home for some much needed holiday peace. After spending almost two months at my parents’, I think we all need a break from each other. And I really needed my bed – and more stable internet connection.
I also managed to set my editorial calendar for the next few months, which was very satisfying – especially because I didn’t wait for the New Year -, and was pleased to see that I have a long line of posts ahead, which will give me time to come up with more themes to post about long before I run out of future posts, I hope.
Well, that’s the updates nobody cares about done, so let us move on to the post, shall we?
With the year coming to a close, memories happen. Or maybe I’m just weird and getting old, who knows. But I have been going down the memory lane a lot lately. A part of it might be because, due to my still-recovering body, I have been staying home a lot, which gives me a lot of time to think.
So, with all of this thinking, I’ve decided to pull a few treasured memories from my past, with the associated ages (approximately, if I can’t remember the exact age). Come down the memory lane with me?
4 years old – by this time, my brother was 6 and in alphabetization classes. I was so curious I bugged my mom until she taught me how to read.
10 years old – I had my first ‘serious crush’ in school. Our ‘relationship’ consisted in holding hands timidly and drinking from the same can of soda during lunch break. We have recently talked about that, and looked back fondly at those times. He’s a really sweet guy and we have a friendly relationship even all these years later.
13 years old – my dad drove the family across the country for the first time. It was tiring and stressful as hell, but a really great experience.
15 years old – one of my cousins taught me how to drive a buggy. I was and am a terrible driver, but it was a fun experience.
20 years old – got my first long-term internship (2 years), where I met the lady who would become mother-in-law to my current employer.
22 years old – got my first official job during my college years (I’d had other odd jobs prior to that, since I was 13), where I met a close enough friend to be her bridesmaid. We’re still friends to this day.
28 years old – that was a big year. I got my current job, became an aunt, and traveled with my parents to Minas Gerais, staying at a 5-star-hotel for the first time. Being there was great, but going back home was also awesome.
29 years old – I took the plunge and moved across the country with a suitcase and a backpack – a decision I never regretted.
30 years old – I finally managed to buy my current apartment and move here.
35 years old – after years of suffering with crippling menstrual cramps, I finally had surgery to fix the issue. My surgeon was amazing, and saw me several times a week until my scar was fully healed. I can’t thank him enough. I’m still in recovery, but much better now than I was before.
Well, that’s it. I think I’ve shared enough memories for now. I’m sure more will come in the future.
I’d love to see my fellow bloggers sharing their own memories! If you do post about them, drop me a link in the comments? I’ll love to read your treasured moments from the past!
See you all on the next post, and Merry Christmas!