A Brief Re-Introduction (for Readers New and Old Alike)
by littlesarahbigworld
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My Current Self
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An Idea Stolen from Espy
littlesarahBigWorld has come a long way, and so have I. Though…lately, I’ve felt a bit like nowhere, felt a shrug of nothingness. And posts have been fewer and further between.
That’s because, in the span of 9 months, I broke up, fell in love, remembered my old friend Anxiety, quit my job, got married, turned 27 and moved to Japan.
So…maybe it’s time for a reintroduction, as much for myself as for you. Try to nail down some specifics in an otherwise nebulous, quicksilver existence.
My name is Sarah. I am 27-years-old. I live in Japan.
I like simple pleasures, slow moments, sunshine, soft light.
I love to bake, to garden, to cook and to read. I like long walks and long runs, and music to match my solitude.
I overwhelm easily, tend to regret my Life Choices, and generally struggle and thrash about. I know what makes me happy, but sometimes, on a whim, I choose what’s harder. And sometimes I choose what I want over what’s right. Then I fret.
My favorite breakfast is a big bowl of cereal and an inbox filled with possibilities. An open notebook and an open schedule, a full day asking me, “What will you do?”
I will: run, eat, read, write, snack, walk, listen, think, connect, write, cry, hug, cook, talk and sleep. Maybe I’ll squeeze a nap in.
Because when I grow up, I want to be a writer. “A writer, an activist, a musician and traveler,” I said when I was 21.
That was over 5 years ago. Now I am married and live in Japan.
Time is a cookie, friends. Sometimes it is sweet and delicious, and sometimes it is a falling-apart mess.
Sometimes I am a falling-apart mess. And you are, too. Sometimes.
But sometimes you are beautiful, and happy, and full. Or you are decent, and kind, and careful. Or you are hideous, tear-stained, 3am insane.
So am I, and that is the truth.
We are all of us, all of these things, my friends, and I don’t want to hide any part of it. I want to tell the truth.
Because when I grow up, I want to be a writer. But more than that, I want to be me. Lasting forever, and starting right now.
little sarah Big World 
Very happy that you are blogging again, and even happier that you are writing. by the way, you already are a writer -just not the writer you will north become. I went to the weber Pathways fundraiser two weeks ago ( a priikinvate group that builds and maintains hiking/running/mountain bike trails here-there is a new one going north from North Ogden Divide) and the guest speaker was the writer Peter Fromm, who read from his book “Indian Creek Chronicles”, which is about his experiences living alone outdoors in the SelwayBitterroot wilderness onthe Montan-Idaho border for 6 months inthe winter when he was 22. Talk about solitude!
Still trying to figure out the skype thing. Nat just told me about an app on my droid by which you and I can text, so I’ll check it out. Love, Dad
Dad, thank you for your non-traditional use of the internet. I mean that, sincerely.
I love the picture of you two. I saved it for future admiration. 27? Damn, where did all that time go? Miss you!
Aunt Angie
Miss you, too. I feel exactly as shocked about being 27 as you do.
p.s. you have a cute husband
That’s you! And that first picture, I knew it looked familiar. Love you buddy.
Love you, too.
Yay! I especially love and resonate with your last sentence. Heart you.
Thank you, Nicole. I’ve been meditating on that horoscope you sent me all week. Seriously, you have no idea how apt it was! Definitely running around in circles here, hoping that my true path will reveal itself sooner rather than later. Much love.