It’s that time of
the year again, when I can’t but look back and reflect on what I’ve done, or whether I’ve done enough; on how far
I’ve gone, or how I got there; on
what changed, or what I would’ve changed.
These are questions that don’t really have answers, and yet I ask.
I’ve changed
jobs, met new people, spent my birthday climbing a mountain, learned how to use
a tablet, wrote less, studied Nihongo, camped on a volcano, fell in love with
Haruki Murakami, got accosted on an overpass, succumbed to the delights of
having cable TV, and started jumping rope. That’s about it – a year that’s
pretty uneventful but otherwise satisfying.