Dear Diary: 2015

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Dear Diary (or, I guess, dear Internet),

This year I: finally graduated, moved back home, turned down my admissions to Columbia’s MS in Journalism program, wondered if I’d made a mistake on both of these, floundered as I tried to figure out what to do next, applied for a bunch of things, got rejected for a bunch of things, got a job in consulting as well as a research fellowship, ended up stranded in Kenya due to visa issues, and then I (and this was where/ when the magic truly started to happen): made my sisters and friends do things for me and for this blog.

So Wangari and Kui and Shad, thank you! And of course, everyone who contributed to the Bloom series: Kendra, Janice, Michael, Ivy, Tosh, Nkatha, Gakii, Muturi (gahhh I hope I’m not forgetting anyone)– THANK YOU SO MUCH guysss!! To Tosh, who’s agreed to go some very strange places with me in the hopes of finding and documenting beautiful things, thank you! Since most of you are still talking to me, I’m going to go on a limb and say that I have yet to lose any friends because of this blog. Which is a great baseline expectation to have, I suppose.
Also to everyone who’s been reading and who’s let me know what they think of posts on this blog. I appreciate you all a great deal. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
It’s (as always) so hard to believe that the year is truly over. I feel this way about time moving, all the time, the numbers start to add up, both on the calendar and on our birthdays. 20 years old, 21, 22, 30, 40… Before we know it the past will be stretched out behind us, and that can be a frightening thought. And of course, there is something special about New Year Celebrations, a kind of resetting of the clock, a wiping clean of the slate.
As a lover of writing, I always feel like the new year is like a new page in a book or an empty word document waiting to be filled with experiences and stories. Everything is possible– this is the year it could finally happen: you could get into shape, be more organized, cook more and eat out less, quit procrastinating, be more brave in love, drop that bad habit, be better at staying in touch with friends and at visiting parents.
But then as time goes on and the resolutions of January 1st are gradually abandoned, it’s easy for the rest of the year to pass in a blur of “bleh”ness, kind of like we’re just waiting for the next thing to happen to us.
I’m not a believer in New years resolutions, to be quite honest, but the energy of New Years resolutions- the positivity and optimism, is something that I will gladly stand behind. So, if there’s one thing that I’m hoping 2016 will be full of, it’s that feeling that anything could be possible. I hope that everything will feel possible, whether it’s in July or October, or even if it’s the 20th of December 2016.




#Bloom 🙂 Clockwise from top left: Sketch by Janice Angengo, Image from Binty Gakii, Picture by Kendra, Picture by Kevin Tosh.

I *really* want to caption this Black Girl Magic. Too much?
Soapie Tropey! Pictures by Kevin Tosh


More franshipzzz :))


Pen and Purple Rain. #Bloom

  • Patricia Kipkemoi

    Happy New Year Anshee! What a lovely post. Wishing you all the best this year. Much love.

    • Thank you so much Patricia. Happy New Year to you too! I love you and let us hang out soon. xx