A year is a long time and a lot of words…
In April, I turned 28 and remembered I am enough. I started thinking what if all my worst fears turned out to be unfounded, I waxed lyrical about my new favourite novel, Gilead, and we went to Scotland to visit my Grandpa.
In June, I said goodbye to a great man who has been a big influence on me. I thought about the process of piecing life together, a bit at a time. I created a sunny playlist for the summer solstice. I celebrated the small things in my life and I ate lots of ice cream.
In August, I got a haircut that made me cry, spent a restful week’s holiday in Switzerland and cycled 36km round the lake. I wrote a (kind of) poem about home and I slept under the stars for the first time in my life. I made my Granny’s cherry buns and hosted an old fashioned recipe swap!
In October, I wrote a 31 day series on How to Embrace Expat Life.
In December – well we’re still here. We marked one year in Luxembourg and I started chasing the light. I remembered St Lucia’s day and forgot the Winter Solstice. And I talked about advent being hard this year.
It’s been a year I won’t easily forget, for better or for worse. I’m so glad you’ve come along with me through this year. I may not know you all (or maybe I do know you but you’ve never told me you’re reading) but I love that you’re here, love that you listen, love that you encourage and share and laugh with me. Here’s to a memorable two thousand and thirteen, in all the right ways.
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