Anniversary

It's our one-month, not a milestone I usually celebrate, but it also happens to be exactly a year (yesterday, but I was too busy to update) since the day I arrived in Oz. It was Friday the 13th (not ominous in the least), January 2006. I still remember every detail about that day. What the weather was like (chilly and rainy, but still warmer than NY), what I did as soon as I checked into the hostel (went next door to buy a chip for my phone and walked up George Street), what I did that night (met some IEP kids including 3 people I would remain friends with, went to Scruffy Murphy's for $5 meals and then to a bar in King's Cross).

It has been quite a year. A lot has happened, more so than any other year I believe. I traveled an entire continent (almost) and beyond, met lots of great people, got my heart broken, met my male counterpart, lived in 5 different houses, moved out of my childhood home, worked 3 different jobs, and saw so many mind-blowing things it's hard to wrap my head around.

I don't want to make this day a New Year thing every year, because it's time to move on. I really am looking forward to the next stage of my life, the following year, and what's to come. I really feel like huge things will happen for me. And I will be the one to make them happen.