October 30, 2018 by Euryleia
Around this time last year, I was at a desolate train station, with two aunts, one mom, and about 8 bags. For the second time in months, I was moving cities. I didn’t know what to expect in the ‘Provinces’– I was glad to have a relevant job– and excited to work again, after a year in school.
My year has been… quiet. There have been highs, there have been lows, but most of the year passed on an even keel. I met some old friends, made new ones. Picked up some skills, and lost a few too.
Read a bit more than usual. Bought A LOT MORE. Listened to newer music, but held on to loved tracks. Kept a house. Bought groceries, killed one plant, tried not to kill 12 others. One still hangs in the balance. Chased a mouse out. Realised I do get scared with rodents and shriek like a banshee.
I feel like it has been a year of being grown up. A year of adulting. Paying rent, keeping up with the bills. Of finding peace and balance. Of enjoying my job, and wondering what the future holds.
A year of being away from the fam-jam. A year of relentless trans-continental phonecalls. A year of digging deeper. A year of discovering histories, narratives, tangents.
A year of Jaipur.