Wake me up when September ends

To be in an existential crisis can feel very daunting and confronting. Recently, I found myself questioning the hope for tomorrow. What if we never reach the future? What if our future and everything it entails is the present and that is all that will ever exist? My boyfriend often talks about the life he envisions for our 80s. It’s adorable to think that someone would do everything they could today to promise you a beautiful tomorrow. What about our terrible twenties and terrific thirties and frightful forties or the fantastic fifties?

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Twenty-four and a half wishes

The year went by in the blink of an eye. In the midst of two trying semesters, balancing work and trying to live it up as a twenty-something in this city of coffee and art, I find myself feeling optimistic again. Footpaths are covered in colourful petals from springtime, and the wind is warm. The skies are bright at nighttime, and the birds wake you up with their cheerful sing-song.

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