Recently I've been thinking about how I miss 2011, heightened the past two weeks with the frequent dinners at Maginhawa St. with friends with whom I spent most of my 2011.
I miss how I managed to juggle a lot of things that year—org life, thesis, acads that are not thesis, thesis, my part-time job, thesis, internship, extra-curricular activities, family life, thesis, different circles of friends.
As much as I grumbled how sleep-deprived I was during that time, I do miss the feeling of being so busy that I have to sleep sitting just so I wouldn't end up napping for too long. I miss the sense of purpose, of the excitement in being able accomplish one thing before charging head-on towards another task. I miss being with different groups of people almost everyday. I miss how I observe the friendships I have evolve through the variety of experiences we were able to share.
I miss the walks at midnight in almost-deserted streets with fellow nocturnals. I miss the they're-so-frequent-that-they-became-not-so spontaneous dinners and night-outs. I miss the variety of the things I was learning during the time—the readings, the exams, the papers, the wisdom of my professors. I miss the hint of the emotional roller coaster that almost never was.
Better make the coming year as jam-packed as 2011, then. \o/
