Okay, I'm not a big fan of nostalgia
(no, really! as difficult as it may seem to believe, I'm not)

But over the last couple of days, I feel like Janus - oscillating between mad memories of the past and whats to come.

I like new.
I like change.
I'm excited about the new stuff: the mini-projects that I'm working on (like the site) about other newses (ahem, it is a word, I insist) I'm awaiting, about the vacation I'm set to take later this week.

But I'm also sad about some of the impending changes: like the moving out of a dear friend.
And I feel as if life, somehow, will not be the same once I get back.

In this swing-swing, I feel distinctly as if I've grown older over this past weekend.
I notice new grays, new (imaginary) wrinkles, remark at how different I am now and reminisce about my mother's wise sayings.

As with all else, I'm sure that the moments will pass. But I suspect that this feeling of having aged, just a little bit more, will stay with me for a long while.