farewell 2017
Image credit: Faces Collection by No More Heroes of The Noun ProjectIt’s happening guys, the year is finally coming to an end, and we all know what that means; self reflection time. Oh yes. Kicking yourself for making resolutions you knew you’d never keep? Wondering if there are anymore famous actors you used to love that aren’t sexual predators (doubtful, just based on the stats alone)? Regretting the decision to make 2017 the year you finally started caring about politics? Welp, me too. Let's look back fondly together, shall we?
Here's a summary of my year via the kind of blog posts I wrote each month. Just a sentence or two for each; let's not go overboard.
January: Are you “hopeful” if you just aim for 2017 not to be as triggering to your depression as 2016 was? Asking for a friend.
February: My birthday month! Work is still a living hell! I got my visa for Australia, which is good because I have become tired of London! Onward and upward.
March: Escaping the worst person you’ve ever had the displeasure of working with by going to the other side of the world is, I think, a life achievement. So is having the chance to be an overly excited and naive tourist in Australia.
April: Ah, that first fresh smell of racism in a mall out in the Victorian suburbs, and the realisation that not everything changes when you move country. Also, Melbourne public signs are counterintuitive.
May: Being away from home is a physical and mental journey. Also, renting is renting is renting, no matter what city you’re living in. Did you know that even living in a penthouse apartment can be the worst thing you could ever consider doing? #Lessonsfrommelbourne
June: Having impaired eyesight really helps you better appreciate the things you used to be able to see fully, like movies and art and Australia’s ever-present race problem. Who knew? Also, I miss the NHS.
July: Flailing around for a year with little to no life plan can be kind of fun and freeing, if you don’t take anything you’re doing seriously.
August: White people. Stop. Touching. My. Hair.
September: Still pissed about people trying to touch my hair. My reflexes are now cat-like.
October: Australia just has to make everything ten times worse than it needs to be; bigger spiders, scarier snakes, and the worst flu I have ever had in my life. Suddenly I am reevaluating who I am, who my friends are, and how having cotton wool for brains is most unproductive.
November: I found my heart again in a place called Uluru, despite online dating's constant attempts to destroy it. Racism is still alive and kicking, in case you were wondering.
December: Ugh Christmas. Ugh goodwill. Ugh cheer. I’m basically a Christmas elf. Also, I danced like I have never danced before, and it was glorious.
Despite what appears to be a gloomy and sarcastic review, 2017 has been a life changer. I came to Melbourne. I saw. I’m so close to conquering I can practically taste it. And I've still kept my British cynicism. Phew!
So, how was your 2017?