I know my insistence on using the Oxford comma must surely stick in the craw of some of the English majors I have the acquaintance of, depending on which side of the fence y'all (see what I did there?) sit on, but I don't care. I'm going to keep using it until you pry the literacy from my cold, dead brain.
We've come again to the time of the year where the number representing my years in existence clinks up irreversibly. When I was an undergraduate teenager, I felt that it would never happen, I would never reach a point in time where I was old enough to be considered an average functional adult in the midst of my cohort. Here we are, all these years later, and as the cliche goes, I'm perplexed that nothing really seems dramatically different in my mind. Physically, I can feel the difference, sure, but upstairs not so much. Being an adult isn't so much about feeling like an adult (spoiler alert: no one does), but the largely hidden responsibilities that come along with it. And no one tells you this until you're in the middle of figuring it out for yourself, willing the dishes to just clean themselves.
Despite being away from Lisbon (again!), progress is steady on what I am planning to unveil for my yearlong project for this site and social media. It will not be a grand departure from the past or a big break in style or offering from what I have largely been doing and that has been enjoyed by friends, family, and the occasional newcomer, but more of an evolution and a challenge to make my personal space something more fruitful. Unlike when this site officially became this site and not just a travelogue Blogger account, a redesign is not in store, as I prefer to make fine adjustments and tweaks as I both learn better how to code what I want and the necessities that the web demands change. I don't like big changes when they are unnecessary but get bored of things if they are stagnant; I have been increasingly described by colleagues as "coherent", and perhaps it's fitting. More on all of that later, though.
In the meantime, I'm off to enjoy the pleasant spring of Barcelona, pondering political questions of no import to my studies and pretending to be more of an Iberian cognoscente than I really am. The schedule I lined out toward the beginning of the year has been essentially obliterated, but I'm here as ever.
We've come again to the time of the year where the number representing my years in existence clinks up irreversibly. When I was an undergraduate teenager, I felt that it would never happen, I would never reach a point in time where I was old enough to be considered an average functional adult in the midst of my cohort. Here we are, all these years later, and as the cliche goes, I'm perplexed that nothing really seems dramatically different in my mind. Physically, I can feel the difference, sure, but upstairs not so much. Being an adult isn't so much about feeling like an adult (spoiler alert: no one does), but the largely hidden responsibilities that come along with it. And no one tells you this until you're in the middle of figuring it out for yourself, willing the dishes to just clean themselves.
Despite being away from Lisbon (again!), progress is steady on what I am planning to unveil for my yearlong project for this site and social media. It will not be a grand departure from the past or a big break in style or offering from what I have largely been doing and that has been enjoyed by friends, family, and the occasional newcomer, but more of an evolution and a challenge to make my personal space something more fruitful. Unlike when this site officially became this site and not just a travelogue Blogger account, a redesign is not in store, as I prefer to make fine adjustments and tweaks as I both learn better how to code what I want and the necessities that the web demands change. I don't like big changes when they are unnecessary but get bored of things if they are stagnant; I have been increasingly described by colleagues as "coherent", and perhaps it's fitting. More on all of that later, though.
In the meantime, I'm off to enjoy the pleasant spring of Barcelona, pondering political questions of no import to my studies and pretending to be more of an Iberian cognoscente than I really am. The schedule I lined out toward the beginning of the year has been essentially obliterated, but I'm here as ever.
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