2023 was a mess. Beautiful, fun, disastrous, and with silver linings incredibly up close.
Spent like a third of the year dealing with imposter syndrome, a weird breakup over a fling that retrospectively was not a good fit, people I thought were friends became less dependable, colleagues I thought were close but then realized they disposed of me the moment I did not serve their needs. Dealt with the initial discomforts of dealing with being an immigrant in a transient city.
I still struggle with social cues. I hate the idea of driving even more. I experience mental anguish everyday over why things are the way they are.
I’m disillusioned about English cultural norms. Cost of living crisis is becoming untenable despite doing better financially this year than I did last year. Job interviews I had with companies in London absolutely could not compensate me based on my value creation or worth. All my friends talk about leaving the UK within 2-5 years. I decided later this year that I am not choosing to remain or extend my stay in the UK.
Despite all of this, things were also good as well. I prefer the slowness of life snapshots. I am beginning to appreciate silence in between the spaces of loudness. Instead of constantly discovering new music all the time, I chose to be particular about what I listened to and preserved what I loved. I made progress on the book I’m writing on and am closer as a result. Ambient music is actually awesome. Made new friends and learned a bit about myself. Built up confidence in myself. Met people all over the world and have been travelling abroad through my own volition since mid-October. Reminded myself of why I became an abolitionist in the first place.
It was great to visit London, Brighton, Barcelona, Amsterdam, Copenhagen, Hamburg, Paris, Istanbul, NYC, Mexico City, Bogotá, Los Angeles, Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, and Seoul this year.
Let’s hope thar 2024 is more chaotic. All I want to be is closer to my endgame. Cheers from the motherland 🙏