This day last year, it was my first day at work in Eastwood. It was exactly one year ago that I wrote a story about stolen reindeers in one city in the U.S. I remembered I found it so hilarious I had to tell all my friends.
Also on this day last year, I was telling my then boyfriend that I had a good first day at work and that I think the type of work is doable, at least until I leave permanently for Canada.
But like most things, my best laid plans took a different turn and a year later, I'm still here, working for the same company, sleeping at the same yellow room in Marikina Heights.
I won't say 2011 has been the most awesome year for me. There were challenging times; moments that I wished I could be someone else or somewhere else. There were also times that I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, that everything just fits perfectly and that I am happy.
There were times when I questioned my own morals and decisions, yet there were also times that I was 100% sure I was doing the right thing.
But if there's one thing I'm quite positive about, 2011 has been a year filled with change.
This year, I ended a relationship that I've had for more than a year and started a new one with another. I also spent less (well, at least I spent within my means) and saved more. I started baking. I stopped baking. I changed from a person who goes all-out in nourishing friendships to someone who finally realized which friends are worth the effort and which ones are not. I also changed from someone who always tries to live away from home to someone who is always around for family.
I guess, at some point, 2011 changed me into an adult. I know, I know – I should have been an adult years ago. Maybe it took a long time because I didn't want to let go of the magic and ease of being young and happy and carefree. Well, I'm still young (at 25 and 7 months) and I'm still happy. I'm just less carefree. I now worry about money, bills, my senior parents' health, my career, my personal relationships. I think this is because I now know I have to be careful, because life is short and you could lose the things/people that are important to you in an instant.
Maybe being an adult is just having a clear knowledge of which stuff should stay in your closet, which ones to put in the basement and which items are better off given to someone else.
Or I could be wrong and adulthood may just be a totally different story. Who knows.
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