Dear Two Thousand and Thirteen,
I wish I could say you were a walk in the park that was sprinkled with sweet-smelling blossoms, sunlight peeking through the branches and warming up my freckled skin, or a tall, dark and handsome lover that seduced me under the stars with a picnic of delight, but Two Thousand and Thirteen you were more of a hike in the snow with a sharp wind that tested my balance every time I reached your peaks, dotted with an unstoppable rain without the quirky kisses. You were ready to throw me off course at any given chance, and you did- over and over again.
I’m not defeated that easily though.
I decided to give you one last chance on your last day before Two Thousand and Fourteen came and took over. I climbed one last peak, known to the masses as Ellie Mountain. As I got higher and higher, your sunshine got brighter and brighter and I realised how far I’d come (literally speaking, that was a lot of stairs, and of course, without trying to be clichéd, I have most definitely grown and matured over the past 12 months). I packed my suitcase far too many times this year, said numerous goodbyes- only to return a few months later, got my heart a little broken, repaired said broken heart, spent what seems like the entire year trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, all the while growing more and more positive throughout all of the confusion and haze that seemed to attach itself to me continually.
Sometimes I think I must be crazy to be so content without any kind of master plan, without the stability that we all so badly seem to crave, and yet the minute we do have it we’re ready to throw it all away for some spontaneous adventure. Actually, even if I did seem to fall into a never-ending maze of uncertainty in 2013, I had a darn good time trying to find my way. I wasn’t looking for the exit or entrance or whatever you want to call it; I was just meandering through the twists and turns of everyday life. I let those curve-balls fly smack bang into my little life and then I threw them right back where they came from. I embraced the unknown and I cried a lot, but mostly I laughed and admitted, that, yes, this year I have absolutely NO idea what I’m doing, but it’ll figure itself out, it always does. And it did. And now I can look back on what was, yet again, another fantastically, fateful year full of extreme emotions, ridiculously fun adventures, challenges that pushed me to the max and memories spent with friends and family that I will cherish forever.
Life is a pretty funny journey, but I wouldn’t change mine for the world.
Two Thousand and Thirteen, let’s not forget the time we…
*Brought in the new year and ended the old year on the same street in our beloved Taipei with some of the bestest friends from our sweet days spent in Taiwan, whilst watching fireworks in a whole array of colours come flying out of the majestic 101 to shower luck on us for the coming year.
*Cycled around a bend in South Africa to come face to face with six elegant giraffes.
*Plucked up the courage to approach Lomography Taiwan about a possible internship all in Chinese!
*Started to dream in Chinese and forgot how to speak English properly…
*Took an overnight train to Green Island and fell asleep on a harbour wall, awakening to sunrise on our faces.
*Partied so hard with amazing friends the police had to come and tell us to be quiet…in Taiwan.
*Dressed up as Minnie Mouse and danced through the streets of Edinburgh.
*Celebrated my birthday ceilidh-dancing with the most special friends from far-away lands.
*Spent a day searching for Nessie and faeries with a friend from days gone by.
*Played Bridesmaid to my best friend and laughed, cried and smiled all day from happiness.
*Frolicked around London town and attended my first, magical bilingual wedding.
*Road-tripped around Portugal, getting lost in the tiniest, cutest villages with my beautiful, hilarious family.
*Landed back in Taiwan in the rain and spent a wonderful, strange month job-searching, cycling around mysterious alleyways, and eating some of the most delicious food you could dream of.
*Put on my brave face and flew to Hong Kong to start an internship with Lomography Asia.
*Hiked, camped and laughed until I ached.
*Started my Luna’s Letters project. (Stories to follow…).
*Took a little trip down the memory lane of China, and loved it!
*Manoeuvred the city like a boss, embracing the glittering skyscrapers, the cows on the rolling hills by the sparkling ocean and the new Cantonese tongue.
*Learned a bit more about what I want from life, and what I don’t want. (I’m a simple creature really.)
*Flew back to the beloved Taiwan to spend another Christmas and New Year with some of my favourite people in one of my most favourite places on the planet. (Blog post to follow).
*Realised how cyclical my life is. I even wrote my 2012 round-up post on the exact same day last year…take a peek.
That pretty much sums up this delightful life; the world’s a’turning and so are we, around and around and around. And you know what? I like it like that!