29.. at the very last stop of my 20s. The next train will head toward 30. I don’t really know what awaits me there, but there’s this strange feeling inside me — as if I’m going somewhere that will make me grow up, lose some of my childlike excitement, and maybe even miss the version of “me” from the past years.
Maybe it won’t be that way; nothing is certain — it’s just how I feel right now. I could probably sit for hours and write a whole book about what I’ve lived through, but for this moment, this feels enough.
I’ve felt things I never expected to feel, and I’ve watched snow fall on mountains I was sure would never see snow. That might be the worst feeling — realizing that something you were certain about turns out to be wrong.
I’ll try to remember the beautiful memories of 28. I wanted to see it off in a graceful way, but it didn’t happen.
May this new year be one where my expectations are met — where my dreams come true. A year without regrets, filled with tears of joy and an abundance of love.









