An Introduction And A Toast

Ketti Wilhelm
Nov 27, 2014 · 2 min read

This almost hurts. The smell of the nutty brown ale, lovingly shuttled home from a weekend trip to Beijing, is achingly familiar as I swirl the bottle, letting the aroma fill my nose, with a sip already rolling in my mouth.

Something more than the scent and more than the flavor reminds me of so many people and places from the past — my run-down college houses full of eccentric college friends, mostly. These are places I do not miss and people I cherish but do not ache for, yet I feel nostalgic for all of them when that smell hits me.

The view out of the corner of my eye, as my hand searches gently and without rush for the bottle on my nightstand, without my gaze leaving the pages I’m reading, evokes surprising feelings of familiarity. So does the glow of the 50-watt lamp light through the brown glass, whose weight is comfortable in my hand, and the light scraping sound of its base lifting off the table under the guidance of my careful hand.

These things don’t remind me of home; they remind me of me. I could be anywhere in the world — this scene in my life has played in so many different bedrooms where I’ve lived — but I’m in China. Compared with three months ago, I am the only consistent thing in my life that does not come through a blue-glowing screen.

This is a moment of stability on my introverted side. I run the gamut from extrovert to introvert, wild child to hermit. I crave adventure; a day of stagnation kills my creativity and my productivity. And I often recharge best with some combination of exercise, dance, loud music, and a crowd of strangers to charm. Those can sooth me as well as solitude. But on other days, the minutes or hours sitting in bed with a book, and possibly a beer, usually late at night, feel like the only times I can think clearly.

So here’s to embracing not being just one thing. To appreciation — of ourselves and others, of this moment and the rest of them — without comparison, and to the moments of clarity and the blurs in between. With gratitude. Cheers.

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