Snapshot:

I’m sitting at my desk, messing with my laptop, my feet off to the side and propped on my futon bed. The cat is curled on the bed where I was dreaming an hour ago.

All around the house windows are open to draw off yesterday’s evening heat. Now the morning house is cool, and I’m wearing a light sweater over my tshirt. The blue of the sweater matches parts of my plaid pj pants, and I can tell that it’s wool, because it feels itchy on my arms.

My mother calls from the kitchen, “Did you forget you were cooking oatmeal?”

Another year down (and soon to be archived) and what have I done? Turned 21, gotten a lot better at speaking Russian, found a thesis topic and a summer job significantly before deadlines, grown my hair out long, not dyed it, learned to knit…

Am I significantly different than I was a year ago, though? Maybe a wee bit wiser, which goes with the wee bit older, but nothing too big.

So much for personal introspective…