Meanderings of a Mid-Twenty Something

At the end of July I’m moving to Bangladesh for a year-long fellowship at a women’s college. It will be my first time living in a non-Western country.

The Lebanese Spy was generally supportive of this new development though he expressed multiple concerns about my safety. One afternoon while walking down the street, he turned to me out of the blue and announced, “I’m going to teach you how to use a knife.” As a former military officer, he’s certainly well-qualified to teach me the finer points of self-defense, yet I still burst out laughing.

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I sauntered into dinner last night listening to Daft Punk’s newest. You should have seen the look in his eyes—wish I could bottle it for other less lucky evenings. 

(Spent the night in Oakland; still made it back to San Francisco before 8am for Bay to Breakers. Like a champion.)

I need to end things with the Lebanese Spy. Here’s why.

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I used to describe myself as a “relationship person.” Whatever that means. It’s probably still somewhat true in that I tend to focus my interest on one person at a time, but over the past year I’ve become much more attached to my unattached self. After ending a five-year relationship, I had to learn how to be alone. But what I really learned last year is how much I actually like being single.

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