In the tiny hours of Saturday morning, my friend Rachel told a beautiful and hilarious story about building an igloo at 13. With instructions from the Internet. A few minutes later, she said, "Oh, and I finally set up my blog today!"
2+2=5?!
I told her that, obviously, the igloo story had to be her first post. And sure enough, here it is!
It is wonderful.
The reason it's wonderful is because this one story, the story of building an igloo with instructions from the Internet, so perfectly captures who Rachel still is today. I can see little 13-year-old Rachel scooping parabolas out of ice, and it's clear that even if she's a little wiser and older, and even if she wouldn't build an igloo today, there's a part of her that will always want to.
Her igloo story made me think about growing up, and how growing up should really mean becoming more of the person you've always been. When I was four years old, I went outside in the middle of the night to live with the insects. There was no way I was coming back in. Stubbornness, starry-eyed dreams, wild imagination: I dearly hope those things will never change.
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Thank you so much for the beautiful post!
You're totally right, there is a part of me that really wants to build a better igloo. This time I'll show up with better tools and more people, though, and I'll have run simulations for different snow conditions and terrains... yeah ok I haven't changed.
There are some things about me that have changed as I've grown up... but many of the same traits are there. It's kind of hilarious. :)
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