Another year, done and dusted. But unlike last time, I remember this year starkly. Because, unlike last time, I want to remember this year.
This was the year when I felt like I was at the end of my rope, when I had almost given up. This was the year when I was scared shitless. When the number of exams I gave exceeded my toes and fingers put together by quite a margin. When I lost a friend and realised how insignificant everything else seemed. I let go of so many things because I just couldn’t goddamn take it anymore. And then I also realised that there are so many things I cannot let go…
This was the year when I promised myself I would make my new beginning worthwhile. And you know what? I did.
Because this was also the year I learnt that adapting is good. It is hard, but it can also make you fall in love with new places. I made new friends, to whom I owe my joyous self, because without them I could never love this new place as much.
This was the year I lost focus. This was the year I got it back (albeit at the very end of the year).
I willed myself to get back on track, to go for what I have been dreaming. Even though it’s difficult, even though the road may get long and winding.
I met a friend who is on the exact same road as I am; the year when, for the first time, I got company in this particular piece of mess.
This was also the year I met my Aunt (yes the lady8home is my aunt…talk about all kinds of amazing) and had crazy amounts of fun. And I met Rahul again (and had crazy amounts of fun, oh yes).
This was the year my country disappointed me. This was also the year when some people’s kick-ass-edness made me proud (because boy, can we protest).
So yes. 2012 was a mix of everything. It was my new beginning, one I was begging for. So if I could find a souvenir for it, I would hang it around my soul as a talisman.
Because this was the year I found myself back.