Dance The 20s Away

You know what's nice?

To be young forever of course lol why God why are we given the concept of age? Well no, okay, no I'm not gonna complain about that now. So hey! Back to the original question: you know what's nice?

To wrap up the years of being 20s real nice.

I just turned 29. But unlike the old me, I'd rather not to make a big fuss of it in this blog. My last birthday post was in... wait let's see... ah, 2017. My 25th birthday. Years after, I kinda felt like I didn't want to keep reminding myself about how I'm getting closer and closer to leaving 20s. So I distracted myself, with my works, my books, my travels, my cats, my ambitions, my every other things expect my age.

But then it came. My 29th birthday. And all of the sudden my "distraction wall" just got tear down. I'm exposed, once again, to the fact that I'll turn 30. And this time shit got even more real because the culprit would come in less than one year.

Well.
No one can deny this, eh?
So I guess it's time for me to give in.
And welcome 30 with grace.

I'm actually doing it now! Exactly one day after my birthday, I fled to Bali for my first ever long trip on the island. The max I ever had was 12 days, and here I am now, writing this thing on my 19th day while I still have one week to spend here. Well I started my last year of being 20s really right—of course I'd do something much better if it weren't for the stupid pandemic so, Bali during this time would be more than enough.

So I'm good for the first month. After this I'd come back to Jakarta, spend the rest of Ramadan, go on an annual family staycation and poof! All I need to think of is just the rest of my 10 months of being 20s. And how would I do that? How could I make these last months of being 20s... worth reminding?

Well, a lot, actually... but one thing I really want to do THE MOST would be...

To dance again.

Yes, literally. At the club, especially, or at a concert, or at some home parties would be okay as well. With some people I like, with strangers, with the presence of boozes, and loud music, and crazy crowd, OH MY GOD I WANT TO DO THAT AS MANY TIMES AS I CAN BEFORE I TURN 30!!!

I entered the pandemic being 27, and now I'm 29. And I have no guarantee that we'll be out of this fucking pandemic while I'm still 29.

TWO. FUCKING. YEARS. Of no dancing. Of no partying with my friends. Of no moving weirdly with some intoxicated guys I made friends with at the club. Of no traveling abroad, and getting into some random dance floor only to get a little taste of what it feels like to dance in that country. TWO, FUCKING, YEARS, of none of that, and I'm getting really weary.

I've had some of my best times on the dance floor during my 20s, and I don't want to leave the age stage not doing that.

20 y.o - 2012 - Singapore
This was just several days after I turned 20.
Oh how amazing life was back then...

21 y.o - 2013 - Bali
So many things happened following AND preceding this :')

22 y.o - 2014 - Bali
Yep these two broke up lol so I had to cover their faces.
Your secrets are safe with me Pong, Gan (trus disebut wkwk)

23 y.o - 2015 - Tokyo
Of course even in a karaoke session I dance!

24 y.o - 2016 - Singapore
At the concert of Imagine Dragons thanks to Singapore GP!

25 y.o - 2017 - Jakarta
Probably one of the messiest dance I ever had.
And it was in my hometown lol wth was I thinking!?

26 y.o - 2018 - Madrid
And this, was one of the fun-est, random-est dance I ever done.

27 y.o - 2019 - Monza
But never thought that the best dance OF MY LIFE was a dance to a national anthem.

I know it's a lot to ask during this uncertain times. One can't really predict what the universe has already prepared for the future. Would it be better, would it be worse, would we be more free to see each other, would there be more restrictions? No one knows.

But I want it. No.
I WANT IT.

I want to dance again with EVERY SINGLE CIRCLE of mine, before I turn 30, before everyone else turns 30 on their respective timeline.

And heck, it's always nice to have a plan, right? I mean, now that we are limited to do stuff we love, a plan would make things feel a bit more... hopeful.

So for now I'd just let the imagination runs in my mind. The good times with all my friends and family, let's just play the scenario in the dreamland, hoping that it'd come.

Although if it eventually doesn't come,
At least I had it well played in the back of my head:

The Last Dances of Being 20s