12 months ago, I put my life in a bag and jetted across the country to start afresh. I had no real idea what I was doing and whether I could hack it. I was scared shitless and felt totally out of my depth. But I was desperate for a new environment and new opportunities. I needed to build my life.
It feels like just yesterday. It feels like a million years ago. Today I sit here, in the place I can honestly call home, and feel happy. Possibly happier than I have ever felt in my life.
I don't have much extra coin at the end of each week, I don't have a fancy office, my masters degree is incomplete and I still eat Mi Goreng at least once a week. The things that make me happy are mostly intangible. Except for the wonderful people who have found their way into my life, whom I hug (or at least fist bump) often.
But what makes me happiest is that this is just the beginning. The foundation has been laid. And it's pretty fucking solid.