It is when we forget ourselves that we do things that are most likely to be remembered.
—Parker Sweetwater
This is Amanda. She wears turquoise sparkly shoes and used to dance on Wednesdays. She likes the way strawberry daquiris make her lips pink though it's been a long time since she's had one and still likes stickers from bar walls. She also likes the way spring feels on her skin, watching people's faces as they dance and 4am, even if her new life means she's usually asleep by then. Her dislikes are close talkers, misspelled words, and peas. The thing she loves most in this life is her cat Fred, who purrs at her when she smiles at him. She likes when the bartender asks how she is She hasn't seen that bartender in a long time and she DOES like comfy places and new notebooks and polka dots...lots of polka dots. She still likes, maybe even loves sometimes a boy who said he loved her...once, and she misses St. Patrick's Day parades, even though she is not Irish.
Sometimes she misses the life that she wrote about so many years ago. She knows that this new one that she rarely writes about is much less interesting. It makes her suddenly very aware of the fact that she is getting older and knows it may be time for a change, because 32 isn't old yet and she could still have fun without being tied down to this life. She wishes that thought didn't scare her so much.
