I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve spent the majority of my 33 years in the same city but for some reason, everywhere I go in my hometown, I’m constantly reminded of memories of childhood, teens and college. Times when everything seemed simpler and I was more happy. Frequently I reflect with gratitude and understand there’s still a lot of life to be lived. But something about being in your 30’s is just such a weird transition period. Your friend circle shrinks considerably and the ones I have left are usually busy with their kids. And while I’m thankful for their health, watching my parents get older is brutal. They live across town and I can drop in any day of the week yet I still feel so alone. For the first time I’m actually starting to feel older. And as I’m at a crossroads between staying put and moving to a new city in a neighboring state, I’ve never been more conflicted. It’s such an odd sensation when the city that used to feel so familiar and brought me so much comfort, lately feels so foreign and brings me anxiety instead. I guess there’s not really a question I’m proposing but just random thoughts on my nightly walk. Maybe it resonates, maybe it doesn’t.