29.. at the very last stop of my 20s. The next train will head toward 30. I donāt really know what awaits me there, but thereās this strange feeling inside me ā as if Iām going somewhere that will make me grow up, lose some of my childlike excitement, and maybe even miss the version of āmeā from the past years.
Maybe it wonāt be that way; nothing is certain ā itās just how I feel right now. I could probably sit for hours and write a whole book about what Iāve lived through, but for this moment, this feels enough.
Iāve felt things I never expected to feel, and Iāve watched snow fall on mountains I was sure would never see snow. That might be the worst feeling ā realizing that something you were certain about turns out to be wrong.
Iāll try to remember the beautiful memories of 28. I wanted to see it off in a graceful way, but it didnāt happen.
May this new year be one where my expectations are met ā where my dreams come true. A year without regrets, filled with tears of joy and an abundance of love.







