…to celebrate. Maybe. Today, it’s the one year anniversary of my move here. And I’m very wow over this whole thing, because a big part of me still can’t believe I live in England. And now my calendar is telling me that I have been actually living here for a year and I’m just…wow. Where has time gone?
I hate looking back on things. I don’t do the whole retrospective, look back on my life. Not on birthdays, or New Years or anything. Time passes, I accept it and kind of ignore it. But this occasion kind of feels like I should look back. Because a year ago, I was in a tiny hall room, trying to adjust to the whole ‘people are actually using English around me, goodness, how am I ever going to make it here?’. And then the friends came and the occasional drinking nights and school and…I’m happy.
Yes, life isn’t perfect and there are fights and unpleasantness and classes that make me want to bang my head against a wall from time to time but on the grand scheme of things(and boy, I hate this expression and might have to wash my brain with soap for using it) life is good. And I’m happy. Because life is never perfect but for now, it’s pretty damn good.
In the last year, I’ve added two more houses to my list of places I’ve lived in and, while this may be kind of sad, I finally feel at home somewhere. A crazy home, but still home. I’ve added two more countries on my list of places I’ve visited. I’ve bought the first plates that are just mine and the first sheets that are just mine and a lot of other things that are just mine. Managed to not make the building explode in any labs(and let’s keep our fingers crossed that I keep that up this year). Gotten one year closer to a career in forensic science. Written more stories, one more novel, a gazillion fanfictions. Still no British accent but I do say chips and loo and crisps. Cut a few people out of my life. Discovered that I can take decent pictures from time to time and planning to explore this further.
Wish me luck as year 2 starts and hopefully things will continue being good. I’m crossing my fingers.

