#overthehill

over the hill gets new trailer, no release date specified

A new trailer has been released for over the hill. No release date was specified.

If you love pure off-road driving simulators like MudRunner, you need to keep an eye on this upcoming title. 🗺️🌲

In Episode 1 of Over the Hill, we dive straight into the gameplay demo on ultra settings.

It’s not essentially right that our brains battle extra as we age

First look at over the hill

A new trailer has been released for over the hill. No release date was specified.

Black and gold balloons. Over the hill. Colorful confetti. Hiding family and a surprise party.

I remember when my dad turned 40. It felt like a big moment since nearly all of his family came into town and there was a big party at our house. I was six. 40 felt old.

Today, I'm 5 days away from that same hill. Standing on the top of it, feeling gravity pull me inches closer to being "over" it. I guess every day from now until next Wednesday, I'm being pulled down. Or maybe on Wednesday I'll just lose my footing, slip and officially fall.

I can't imagine that the second half of this life will go exponentially faster than the uphill climb, although according to the metaphor, that's what I should expect.

A long, grueling hike uphill.

Followed by a fast decent.

I've been reading a lot about time though. And how it might actually go faster as we get older since our experience with time is greater. When we're still ascending, time is relatively new. By the time we decent, our perspective is different.

As you can probably tell by this post, I'm rambling.

Trying to make sense of turning 40.

I'm not sure what I expected.

In some respects, I'm just happy I'm still alive. Still here. There are people who never make it this far.

I find myself wanting to cocoon. Wrap myself up, be doted on, hide from the hill altogether. I miss my mom. I miss being parented. I miss the appearance of a Hansen's cake.

My favorite birthday was my 18th.

I had a long day at school. Rehearsals for South Pacific after school. MC'd the Ugly Man pageant. Came home about 10:00pm and my mom had a Hansen's cake waiting for me. I wore my old "Peace and Love" ratty t-shirt and sweatpants as I blew out a handful of candles. I ate a piece of cake for dinner and went to bed, feeling the tingle of sweet exhaustion.

I loved that birthday.

I hated my 30th. Kjartan and I were long distance and I sat alone most of of the evening until my ex-boyfriend came over with a cake that my mom had paid him to deliver. We sat on the communal couch (I was living with roommates) and chatted a bit. At the time, the birthday was so not how a 30th should be. The Dirty Thirty should be a crazy night. A milestone event. Probably not sitting at home and stewing over your partner.

But actually, in retrospect, I guess it was pretty good. Sweatpants. Cake. Sweet exhaustion.

I'm trying to make my 40th birthday some kind of special.

After a long hunt to find the right kind of birthday cake in Denmark, I surrendered to making my own. A number cake with a 4 and a 0. I'm actively engaging in a search to find the recipe for a Hansen's cake to recreate.

Maybe it's a genuine wish that I have to make my birthday special.

Maybe it's a deep desire to taste the same cake from my 18th birthday.

Maybe it's a way to keep spinning and avoid thinking about the impending crash into the chasm.

Fuck that.

What does over the hill mean, anyway?

Half way.

It wasn't my mom's half-way. That was 33.

It wasn't my dad's half-way. That was 36.

Maybe I'm already climbing down. That's depressing.

I think I'll just hope for a good day, with cake, sweatpants and sweet exhaustion.