Not the Same River

I had my first University alumni reunion yesterday, and I was very, very nervous. It was the first time everyone I met there would meet me as Lily rather than [redacted], and it would be the first time some of them even found out I’m trans.

It was also my first time stepping foot there since graduation. To be totally honest, I don’t know which made me feel the most gut-wretchingly anxious.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how much we change with time. My gender transition provides stark and dramatic contrast to compare present me with past versions of myself, but of course it’s not the only thing that’s changed.

Since I hurt my arm and got forced vacation I’ve been taking the time to meet with people I haven’t seen in a while, and to visit places I haven’t been to in a long time.

I’ve been noticing two things happen when you go back someplace you once knew well: one, everything feels so much smaller; and two, it’s hard to create new memories, as you end up being consumed by old ones.

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A List of Things I Am Grateful For

Hi, all!

A bit of a short post today as it’s been a long day and I’m absolutely exhausted—turns out having a broken elbow is tiring work!
Anyways, seeing as it’s Thanksgiving, I thought I’d go for a topical post, so here are the things I am most grateful for today:

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When Bad Things Happen to Not-THAT-Terrible People

This post will be a bit shorter than my usual posts. This is down to the fact I broke my left elbow over the weekend, and my typing speed has been significantly lowered.

A lot of people have asked me how I’ve been able to deal with the shitty things my life has served me, or how I usually maintain a positive attitude when hurtful things happen.

The reason for that, fittingly enough, is something that happened about 10 years ago, soon after I’d broken my left elbow back in Middle School.

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Mercado de Pulgas

Howdy! I made a special trip to one of my favourite parts of the city just to show you guys what it’s like 🙂

So this place is called several things. Some people call it El Mercado de Pulgas (The Flea Market), Usaquén (the name of the neighbourhood it’s in), or Hacienda Santa Barbara (the name of a famous property it’s right next to).

It’s where you go to find really cute earrings, awesome scarfs, homemade gewgaws, and a ton more things. I love it. It has such a great, movie-like atmosphere.


To get there you take a bus up to the Séptima, or you ride your bike as I did today, since we had Ciclovia. That building in the background is the Hacienda. If I’m not mistaken, it was the former home of a very, very rich man who once owned a sizable part of the city. Nowadays it’s a cozy little mall.

Anyways, the flea market is a little to the left of it. You walk in and are met with a ton of tents. They all have interesting stuff. Some have handicrafts, but it’s mainly jewellery.

You go up the street of tents, turn left and come to this. It’s a beautiful street with fancy restaurants and cafés, and paintings and other stuff on the other.

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