Life has been a bit hectic in 2016, to say the least. I’ve moved twice, lost friends, lost touch with family, been through break up, been in and out of the doctors and grieved. There’s times where I’ve stopped and thought, am I cursed? Is the whole world against me? Why do I deserve this? But there’s also been times where I’ve been on top of the world, creating new adventures and discovering myself as a person.
Deciding to go it alone was the biggest decision I’ve made this year and by far the best. At 25 I should know how to pay bills, how to set heating systems on timer and how to cook without poisoning myself but apart from living at university (that didn’t count, by the way) I’ve not really had the chance to make sense of the world and how we live in it.
8 months on from moving out on my own I’m still finding it a crazy, clumsy adventure. I’ve learnt to ask questions wherever I can, because sometimes the answer isn’t as obvious to you as it is to others. I’ve also learnt to pick my friends carefully as some want different things to you. Finally, I’ve learnt that you need to hold those that are close very tight so that they do not suddenly float away.
I’m still not sure whether I can make sense of life or anything that happens in it. But what I can do, through writing, is try to work it all out in my mind and work out what is learnt from experiences in life. Both GOOD and BAD.