The year of many firsts was a happy, though, also demanding year. 28 hours before it will find its end, I would like to share some moments of my year with you, homely readers.
I finally made peace with my last love, who also left the country to go to London (might have helped). He is a beautiful person and I wish him all the earthly and heavenly best.
I shook a lot of hands, smiled, and talked while meeting ambassadors to the UN during a short visit in Geneva, Switzerland; very inspiring – there were times when I could literally smell the power and its limitations. I wanted to scrape it off their shiny suits, yet, I controlled myself.
I went to my first international conference in NYC which, out of many things, most importantly revealed to me what I may be capable of – and what not -.
I visited the lovely Ally, my roommate from College, in Ithaca. I love you.
My mum, my sister, and I surprised my dad with a charming garden birthday party.
I went on a desperately needed holiday to France despite the fact that I was drowning in work – a personal triumph. I only took three dresses, a bikini, beach towels, a jeans jacket, and 5 books and drove off with a little camping bus. I was eating food and drinking wine like I had not done so for the last decade. It was divine.
There was a day in August when I had the feeling that all the hard work, lonely hours behind desks, and the heart-blood of the last couple of years paid off. I was smilingly flying through the little town I live in – let me tell you it was beyond words.
I wrote my first abstract for running a workshop at a national conference, actually got accepted and went through with it. I am relived to share with you that it was quite well received.
I let a friend down to secure my own happiness which I struggle with every day since then … we will see how this may end.
I changed my own idea of what kind of love I deserve.
My beloved mother got quite ill, though, she is slowly on the mend. This change is still indescribably scary to me.
I submitted my first article to a little scholarly magazine.
In retrospect this year was fast and breathtaking, sometimes tiring, sometimes enchanting, always surreal.
One last word – My dear reader, my dear writer, thank you for your seconds, minutes, hours – your hearts, minds, and ears. I promise to spend more time writing next year. Thank you for your companionship.