Feeling Alive at 25! Part 1

Hello! It’s me and I’m a quarter of a century!

I got this idea from my friend Rachel, to share some facts about myself at this point in time. Please excuse the indulgent nature of this post, but hopefully you find out something interesting in these 25 anecdotes.

My very first instagram post was a breathtaking photo of a footpath on new year’s eve, 2011. You can see it here. To this day, it has received no likes or comments.

When I was younger, I used to visit museums by myself on the weekend. I was once a member of the Art Gallery of NSW Society, and so perplexed were the staff at a lonesome teenage girl spending her weekends there by herself, that I would always get (membership) carded when I tried to enter the members’ lounge.

In 2009, I stumbled upon the Yayoi Kusama: Mirrored Years exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art. Here, I saw infinity fields, giant clouds and penises aplenty. It was my first look at art as truly experimental, fun, exciting, edgy, provocative and shocking. I decided then that I had to be a part of it!

I’m an ambivert. I often battle between being very independent and insular, and getting a big rush of happiness from human interaction. A good example of this is how I started this very blog, by interviewing strangers and striking up conversation with aquaint aquantans acquaintances – Gosh, that’s a hard word to spell.

I can play the guitar and piano, but neither very well. What I mean by that is: never ask me to play you a song unless you can provide sheet music and 3-months notice.

The first proper concert I ever attended was Kate Miller-Heidke (I don’t count From First to Last at UNSW Roundhouse because I was coerced into that against my will and was thoroughly  not immersed in the experience). My friend and I made A4 posters with pictures of her collaged onto it. When we asked her to sign this homemade paper shrine after the concert, she commented awkwardly “oh, wow, it’s me!”

My very first job was tutoring primary school children maths, English and art. You can probably guess which topic was my favourite…

My second job was at Borders book store. It was a formative experience, where I learnt how to remain polite to people even when they’re insufferable – a skill that has benefitted me well to this day. I also learnt how to use a walkie-talkie and about the harsh process of liquidating stock in the face of voluntary administration #RIPborders.

I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), which is a hormonal condition that affects about 10% of women. It can mean different things for different people, but for me it meant terrible acne and rapid weight gain. I discovered that I had it about two years ago and after a pretty intense adjustment period, I’ve more or less got my acne, weight and lifestyle under control. I still have to take medication 3 times a day (and will most likely do so forever) but I’m glad to be getting to know my body better. (If you’d like me to write more on PCOS, leave a comment on this post.)

After getting my learner’s drivers license in 2008, I only finally became a certified (provisional) driver this year! Hurray! I drive a zippy little Kia Picanto and what it lacks in leather seats it makes up for in fuel efficiency. My first solo drive was to get groceries and visit Target.

On the topic of transport – when I was younger, I famously retorted to my grandmother who had just suggested we go somewhere by bus: “buses are for poor people.” I now catch an average of 10 buses a week and spend approximately $30 on said trips. Whilst completely dumbfounded by my younger self’s lack of world knowledge, I would also argue that catching buses at this price is what is in fact making me poor.

In 2015, I went through an intense addiction to sushi. I know that those who know me as a foodie would think that this is some kind of gastronomic fandom, but it was actually awful. I estimate that I spent $4,000 on sushi in the one calendar year. If passing my favourite sushi place on the bus home – even if I had already eaten dinner – I would alight just to eat one two plates off the sushi train. I was once eating some sushi at 3pm in the afternoon when a waiter remarked “that’s a small lunch”, to which I replied “no, it’s a large afternoon tea.” I suspect I had a sashimi-loving parasite in my body or something bizarre along those lines because I could never explain this addiction that was interrupting my life. Eventually I grew out of it but I still fear its return every time I feel myself craving aburi scallops.

Come back next week for Part 2!

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  1. I feel I know you so much better! I also stalked your first Insta post and see you now have some comments and likes x

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