On the first day we went to 'the lake' and had a crazy weekend that I barely remember. It was pretty awesome.
After we got back from the lake we went to dinner with these 2 guys, one of which my friend was now dating. The next day we went to a baseball game and I decided I kinda liked the other guy.
Then we went to Nashville for the CMA fest. The first night we saw our man Dierks again.
The time we were there was probably the highlight of my life so far. I felt like I fit in so much, the country music, my best friend, everything. I loved it so much.
I rocked a romper for probably the only time in my life.
I met some amazing women. They all grew up together and I wished that I could have been a part of that life - they were really the most fun, friendly, gorgeous inside and out women I have ever met. For people who just met we got along like a house on fire. I think we were all determined not to like each other because I was the Australian girl that took my best friend away (false) and they were the Americans who took her back (also false).
I discovered just how much my heart is divided by Australia and America. And I met that guy, remember. He was lovely and sweet and we only spent 5 days (5! days!) together total but I wanted to see him again.
After I got home, we welcomed a new addition to the family. My cousin had her second baby girl.. These two will always hold the most special place in my heart.
I managed to get back to Louisville for a visit in September. I had talked to KC (that guy...) almost every day on facebook and skype and email and I mean it wasn't weird to go visit a guy that you'd only spent 5 days with, right? If it went belly up, I had some friends to stay with.
But we discovered we loved each other and our mutual weirdness.
Back home again, I couldn't wait to go back. Another trip was booked for November. He made me a cowboys fan. Hey, I look good in blue.
My first, and only, marine corps ball. It was special for me to involved in that part of KC's life, even if it was ending when we met.
Our shortest time apart flew by and then we were in London for just over a week. I was really head over heels for this guy, if I would fly 24+ hours (and spend - ugh - a lot of money) to spend a week with him.
But really, it was all worth it. I never believed my life would get better with each year, and I couldn't see how it could possibly top this year. 23 was very good to me indeed.
What has been your favourite year?