These photos were taken on Sunday, 4th December 2016, which means that pretty much a whole year has passed since then. Just thinking about that scares the hell out of me. Where has 2017 gone, please?
Looking at these photos just takes me straight back to this weekend. I remember everything about these few days. I remember how I was feeling about life, who was making me happy, what my problems and struggles were, and I don't know... there's just something about these that makes me happy again.
I was in a good place. I lived in a flat that I loved, in a city that I loved. I loved my job and I had the best family of colleagues. I lived close to my actual family and I was starting to grow closer to people who are now a huge part of my life. I went into 2017 with a feeling of excitement and happiness… and contentedness, all at the same time. I was able to wish my favourite people a Happy New Year, and I had butterflies in my tummy. There was just something that told me 2017 was going to bring a lot, and I was nervous but very excited.
And boy, a lot has happened in 2017. A hell of a lot. But if I'm honest? Most of it hasn't exactly been what I thought. There's been a lot of unexpected life changes. A lot of exploring new places. A lot of things I've learned, and a lot of people who I've grown closer to. I think I'm going to ~try~ and do a full reflection on this year a little closer to New Year - that's even if I can! I'm not sure I've even processed everything myself, yet.
Part of me wishes I could go back to this point, where everything was just… nice.
But then the other part of me has already learned that you don’t get anything/anywhere by just being 'nice'. Things have to change and you have to push yourself out of your comfort zone. You have to do things you don't want to do and you can't stay in one place forever because, well… how would you ever move forward?