Well, well, well. I don’t want to overtoot my own horn (one must mete out one’s self-toots with care), but this humble advice bandwagon is riding quite a bit lower this week. . . which is to say, welcome to the new followers. In this wagon we toot, but with intention. Please respect our rules, and keep your fingers away from the spokes.
I’m trying something out this week: I’m giving you a teensy bit more me in this response. Of course, it’s always me, but sometimes my figure is obscured behind some elaborate scenery (read: advice) or I’m whirling so fast that I’m more of a hum and a blur than an identifiable being. I think this is what I prefer— to be a whirling blurring hum of a thing— but we’ll see how this goes. If the crowds (read: you) clamor for more minutiae, more journée, more particulars, more… well, then maybe I’ll parcel my life into morsels and feed them to you. I’m an agreeable sort.
This week’s column is about returning anew.
What’s eating you, Gilbert Grape? Send me your anonymous questions here!
Dear Sofia,
I’m 33 and my boyfriend of 7 years (who I moved countries to be with) and I broke up. Now I’m going back to my country to try to rescue the old me. Any tips? I’m afraid that my old friendships will not be the same (as all my friends now have family, kids, mortgage, and all the adult problems) and as I already stated, I’m 33. Not in the mood for new things. How can I survive in that scenario?
Best,
Amanda
Thanks for reading! I’ll be back soon. Maybe not when you expect me—I’m a triple Gemini, after all— but when you need me most.
I really like glimpses of your life, and I like the way you weave them in to illustrate/show origin of your advice!
Thank you for writing and illustrating this :)