I talk about things too much before I have done them. I'm ageing, quickly reaching another bookmark which feels somewhat substantial. It has been a productive year. I have little regrets for the happenings that have changed me and my life. For the first time, I know what it is to have a mind that is clear. One that will organise my days into weaving threads of me, family, friends, studies, play and of course, work, knowing fully what each of those things stand for. I have brought myself enjoyment this past year; void of tripping on things because I've learnt to watch my step. I'm in a good place. The holidays have been a fusion of working alongside the sun's schedule all day every day, playing and planning. Planning is an exciting phenomenon. I've formally submitted my exchange application so in half a year, I may or may not be on a plane setting off to experience the foreign and wondrous again. Everything on my body is crossed. Hoping that the workings of the universe think I'm worth the encouragement and will happily send me off. I want to be terrified. But for july, I've planned plenty. Beeday celebrations (I will bring a photo of your face in my bag, Vee). Melbourne again. Too soon? Well, priced at $10/flight...I couldn't say no. Then splendour, glorious splendour. LET'S DO IT GAIZ.
