The last days of my 20s have been filled with family, food and plenty of frivolity. The last days of my 20s have been unforgettable.
In the last days of my 20s, a visit to Chicago’s Little India on Devon Avenue and poking around in wonderous fabric shops has served to heighten my over a decade-long desire to travel to India. I can smell and taste and the advetnure that awaits me and j. there.
I’ve discovered that the one quarter of myself I thought was Polish might really be closer to Belarussian because a western swath of the country traded hands between Poland and Belarus (under the Soviet empire) in my grandfather’s youth. Suddenly where I came from isn’t as straightforward as I thought, but it will no dobut be exciting to devlve into, uncover and absorb. I’ve already started in the last days of my 20s.
My shoe collection (obsession, some might say) is on the increase and my mother, the woman who so many always thinks looks like my sister or a girlfriend, takes full responsibility for me acquiring five pairs of shoes in one day during the last days of my 20s.
I noticed as I put on an outfit for my first wedding shower on Sunday that my body has slimmed down compared to where it was a year ago, but it is not the body I knew when I was 20. But I accept this body and during the last days of my 20s, I have (almost) completely left behind obsessing over feeling it is so flawed.
Wonderful flavours from Mexico at Mi Tierra, Middle Eastern/Persian buffet at Reza’s Restaurant, and hoity toity goodness at Blackbird pepper the last days of my 20s. Some home cooking by j. and me including my very successful first attempt at a quiche, and some goodies picked up from local shops like D’Amato’s Bakery round out my bottom and these last days of my 20s.
During the last days of my 20s, I’ve been cognizant of the richness of these days and how far I’ve come in this decade. I better understand and appreciate the unconditional love and support all my family members continuously give to me. I hope I have grown up enough to give them the same in return. The last days of my 20s have only reminded me how much they all mean to me.
And now my 30s are before me, undefined. How will I define these coming years?
The front of j.’s card to me ties in nicely with my philosophy of “carpe diem”: “Life is a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller (1880 – 1968)
I, too, look forward to so many wonderful adventures to come.
