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.