11/09/2019

I guess it's time to admit I am on my thirties.

Here we are, the day before my birthday. Again. How has it been one year already? Sounds fake. It has to be fake. I have last year's post opened up on another tab and I don't even dare to check it out. Because it was bad. And also because this year was not the best, but being slightly tipsy at a hotel room in Amsterdam, things look better. So, what happened this year?

I went to concerts: Crystal Fighters, Foals (TWICE), and a lyrical music ome with my boss and people from the lab. One of Foals was free so it was even better! I also travelled a bit, going back to Barcelona for Christmas and again in the end of May and in July. A couple of weeks after my birthday I fulfilled one of my childhood dreams of visiting the largest dune in Europe which is in the south of France and it was everything I expected it to be and more! Additionally I took the trip of a lifetime by visiting Slovenia, Treiste and Venice earlier im September. And finally here we are in Amsterdam! Otherwise, I have gotten two more tattoos, one on my birthday last year and another in April, and I have learnt to knit (stupid but relaxing (except for the moments I wamt to throw my knitting through the window)). And I am doing NaNoWriMo again. Because I never learn. And museums! All the museums!

My parents came to visit twice and I even had some friends come around. However, I also had friends move away which is specially hard when you really rely on them to have a decent social live. I did meet some new people, though. And reunited with some old friends. I also had two weddings, one kf them in Paris!

Work is exhausting but rewarding even if I sometimes feel I don't belong. I have experimentsthat don't work, but I also have had a paper published. So I guess it's just a matter of insistence.

Personally, it has been a hard year regarding mental health. I have had bouts of depression and anxiety and sometimes it's hard for people to understand that they may not have a direct cause. I have closed myself up too much, prefering to hide than interacting with anyone. However, I do feel that there has been some growth, with me learning to say "I love you" to people I deeply care about, so I think not all hope is lost?