Hey y’alllllll…

I hope this post finds you in good health. We’re already halfway through the year, and I hope 2025 has been treating you well so far. Even if it hasn’t been easy, I want to encourage you to keep hope and faith alive, because God is still in the business of answering prayers.

I am super excited about today’s post because it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a while now. July is fast approaching and so is my 30th birthday. Yasssssss!! (drumroll please) your girl is finally entering her Rich Aunty era and she’s nothing but excited.

It feels like only yesterday when I turned 20, but upon closer reflection, it’s astonishing how much has changed- it feels like a whole lifetime has happened within this decade.

Let me take you back in time to August 2015, a few weeks after my 20th birthday. At that point, I’d completed my pre-medical course and was getting ready to move to another city to start my major (clinical medicine). I found myself questioning my identity as I realized I’d lived the past 20 years solely based on my parents’ terms. This made me wonder: how much of who I was at 20 was truly me? Now, in a new country, many miles away from my parents’ watchful eyes and influence, I decided to let myself go and explore as much of the world as I could, to define myself through my own experiences. As time went by, I quickly forgot about this pact, but I will say that, consciously or unconsciously, I have tried to live life on my own terms one way or the other.

This decade has been a journey of contrasts – the first half spent immersing myself in a new culture and way of life abroad, all the while creating unforgettable memories, and the second half spent reuniting with family and friends, reconnecting with my own heritage, and building a future. Through it all, it’s been a rollercoaster of a decade with its highs and lows, achievements and failures, lots of laughter and tears, crushes (because I’m just a girl), love and heartbreak… with so many lessons learnt therein. Looking back to that August afternoon where 20-year-old me was just eager to experience life and claim her identity, all I want to do is to hug her, kiss her forehead, hold her hand, and tell her to calm down because everything will be alright.

“At the End of My Twenties” is more than just a milestone – its a personal gift to myself. A series where I reflect on the decade, journaling lessons and realizations I’ve made on topics that matter to me. I hereby invite you, my wonderful readers, to come on this journaling journey with me as I share the decade in hindsight with you. Special shout out to my fellow 1995 babies who are too young to be millennials but too old to be Gen Z (or Tensies ). What a beautiful decade it’s been. Cheers to us!.

As always, don’t be a stranger. Always and forever your girl.

Xoxo

Yarh

Let’s have a decade dump… shall we?