- You are almost done with grad school. It is driving you nuts; you need a break.
- Wintry weather messes your flights home.
- Places & people you so deeply longed for do not necessarily long for you.
- You are talking to yourself in loud whispers on the streets.
- You wear your activism on your rucksack.
- Women’s rights, Gender Equity, Youth Empowerment are your top causes.
- You are tenacious in your activism.
- You become an auntie twice (hey Chief & 14th).
- You haven’t written shit in ages. Your publisher sends you little hints (hey Magunga)
- You start creating traditions for yourself.
- You are so alone that everyday is like eating your own heart but you are in a good place with it.
- Your bedroom is walled with words from your reading in rainbow sticky notes.
- Your bedroom floor is littered with Junot Diaz, Diriye Osman, Haruki Murakami, Teju Cole, David Baldacci, Dorna Tartt, Alice Walker, Paulo Coelho, Frank McCourt…
- You wipe your phone book clean.
- You love Turkish language again!!!!
- You embrace minimalism. But not books; you start collecting them again.
- You still like your coffee black.
- You meet the one person who seismically alters your thought pattern (thanks Max).
- You pick up Japanese (こんにちは).
- You realize how 2013 changed everything.
- You are a nomad.
- You are calling a lawyer to make plans for when you die.
- You make good of your promise to give back (hey Mitslal).
- You discover Junot Diaz. He is a fucking awesome writer!
- Webb reaches for your hand.
- All the things you want to say remain unsaid.
- Brooklyn happens.
- You are excited about the near future.
To another awesome year.