365 days later

I am not a person of reflections. Partly I have enough difficulty remembering last week’s events. Thinking through the year must be worse than hiking from Monterosso al Mare to Vernazza.

But here goes.

2013 started as a regular year. Some lethargy about work, some hope in a new dotted-line, and some faith in self to be a better person in general. As it kicked off with a snow-stormed trip to Tokyo in January, I spent the next four months repeating work routines, working on strengthening relationships and pining for the extravaganza trip to Italy in November. The highlight of the year. Or so I thought.

It started as an innocent weekend adventure. I cannot describe accurately the sense of warm pride and gentle comfort when I presented myself with the gift of my lifetime. Even though it carries a heavy burden of debt, it is cradled by lofty dreams. June has always been a favourite month. Last year’s was simply special. As I signed off on the countless sets of legal documents, I knew it takes moving on to build a home. Thankfully, I stepped up.

And counted my blessings once again, as August rolled around. Treelined with turquoise-coloured devotion that paved the way for possibilities, it is a path I thought never to regain.

If you are going through hell, keep going.
And I did, Mr Churchill.

 

I was also fortunate to live through a couple of quirky days:
  • Heaviest snow storm that hit Tokyo in seven years
  • Typhoon Wipha in Tokyo
  • Cyclone Cleopatra in Italy
  • Stranded due to a transportation strike in Florence
  • Carried a 25kg luggage through flooded Venice
  • Boarded a plane to London, barefooted
  • Suspected of illegal entry at London Customs
  • A single fine sun-soaked day in Cinque Terre, unseen in winter
  • Failed security screening because of a ball point pen at Changi airport

2013 was my leap year.

1 comment:

  1. meds

    happy 2014 (and almost lunar new year) already, pei! wow, 2013 has truly, truly given you some tests. congratulations on moving on to the next phase in life (we are always moving!), and I hope to also say the same for this year, that it will and can be my own leap year!

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