One Year

I've been thinking a lot the past few days about how much life has changed for me in the last year. I know exactly where I was, what I was doing, and how I was feeling one year ago. One part of me feels like it was all just yesterday, and another part feels like that life is completely foreign.

It's not to say that my life is perfect now. There are parts that are hard, annoying and uncomfortable. Take my apartment for instance. It's noisy, surrounded by weird neighbours, and sometimes falls apart, but I love the space that I've created for myself. I've made it my home. I know that all of those hard things are a part of my journey.  

My journey.

Part of the last year has been about owning my decisions and being TRUE to myself. I'm figuring out what exactly I want in  my life and what I don't, and finding ways to make that happen. It's amazing that you can think something is so right, when in hindsight, so much of it wasn't right at all. I'm hoping this journey I'm on, opens my eyes and makes me see my world more clearly. So far I think it has.

People often say it takes half the time you were in a relationship to get over it. It's been one year. I've got two more to go. I can only imagine two years from now, but I sure am excited to continue on this journey.