Some days I feel I've gotten around this overrated thing called adulthood, most days (especially the past year) face-palming is a frequent occurrence. I even suspect my face and hands have formed a special relationship and decided to make babies called pimples.
I just turned 30 (!!!) last month. And while it did not particularly thrust me to I'm-seriously-old panicky state, that milestone definitely sent me to serious throwback reflecting. I've never done and been to anywhere much, and my life has never been that interesting enough so I wish this list is longer and more profound. But I'm looking forward to doing more adventures and learning & unlearning and grow this list when I'm older and more wrinkly.
So I guess this is my 'Hey, I'm blogging again, world!' post.