It’s my Van-niversary. Today marks exactly one year since I left my life as I knew it, forgot which way was up and began free-falling.
The past year had huge ups and huge downs. Downs included leaving a lot of people I care about, my father getting sick (He’s better now) and losing my grandfather. As well as more personal things. It’s been one of the hardest years of my life, to be completely honest. I’ve been lonely, I’ve been down, I’ve been angry, I’ve been downright miserable.
That being said, I’ve also been elated, impressed, inspired and experienced absolute bliss and euphoria.
It’s also been one of the greatest years of my life. I’ve had a chance to step back, and think about what makes me happy, and what I want. I’ve began to build a career for myself, and found myself loving what I do. I’ve strengthened relationships with family members and couldn’t be more thankful for being able to be here with them over the past 365 days. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I can honestly say I’m so proud of who I am, where I’ve been and who I can become.
Things are not nearly finished changing though, I’m not nearly finished growing yet. In less than a month I’m getting my own apartment and living completely alone for the first time. I’ve both terrified and excited, which seems to be a very common mixture of emotions for me. But, I’ve found that combination to always lead to good things, whether I see that right away or not.
Over the past year everything’s been turned around, upside down and inside out. I’ve crashed into all sorts of things in the descent, and believed I had landed time and time again. I still haven’t, and I don’t plan on it anytime soon. I’m almost definitely not going to land on my feet, but I’ll have had one hell of a fall.
Here’s to 365 days. Here’s to Vancouver. Here’s to me. Here’s to another 365 days of greatness, growth, change and falling.