In my efforts to drastically downsize, I’m ‘digitalizing’ my journals. That’s millennial speak for “rereading 15 years worth of notebooks and manually typing notes and highlights into my laptop”. Here, I share some of the notes – to digest the arc that is my life, to share a giggle, and most importantly, to satisfy my sister’s general inclination to snoop after I’ve thrown the physical journals away.
August 2002
(Fifteen years ago to the month. First week in New York as a student)“You’ll never know. When you go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he may be in the hallway waiting to pounce. Buy a portable toilet for your bedroom. Charge it to my account.”
– Mom, when she learned I had a boy as a flatmate
Creativity and imagination runs in my blood. I am confident of, and comforted by, that thought.