The year of 24 started off well.
I hung out with my aussie bestie a lot - it was so good to have a close friend in the same country.
I made another fabulous friend and suddenly we were always together, much like my friends in the US. It was great but it was starting to sink in that I would have to leave them when I moved to the US in 2012. Thinking about the future made me a little uneasy, as well as super excited.
A trip to Louisville in March started our St Paddy's tradition.
I saw real snow for the first time. It seemed so fun at the time.
I enjoyed lots of time with this guy. It seemed life couldn't get any better.
While I was back home, my best friend sent me an email that she and her man were now engaged. I was over the moon for her and wished I could be involved. Sadly there is not much you can do from the other side of the world, but I was thankful to be able to attend some festivities and the wedding itself.
It was a hard year for me - I felt at home in the US and in Australia. How was I ever going to choose? Because it's not choosing the country, really. It's choosing between the people.
I did my first (actually running the whole time) race!
Mum and I finally fulfilled her dream of travelling to the US, which included a trip to Disneyland to meet KC and his mom. Our mothers got along swimmingly, and I was so happy. Something was off about KC though, I could tell things weren't right.
We went our separate ways and mum and I went to Hawaii. It was all good until KC called me - I was supposed to be going to Louisville (without mum) after Hawaii but he told me things weren't working out. I had as great a time in Hawaii as I could and tried not to let my mum see how heartbroken I was.
Since changing flights cost a bucketload, I went to Louisville as planned and stayed with friends. We went out, but word to the wise - heartbreak + me + alcohol do not mix.
I was planning on moving there in 2012 and the wheels were already in motion so the plan stayed the same.
I was so happy to see one of my dearest friends go through pregnancy and all that jazz. My cousin had a baby the previous year, but there is something different about it being a friend and being there throughout the whole thing.
Because I was planning to move away for a year, I was convinced I would only miss the first year of this little lady's life and I couldn't wait to be a part of it when I got home.
As you can see I started trying to go darker and I hated it.
My cousin's kids. I made sure to see them before I left, even though it was only for a year.
Truthfully, 24 was probably my hardest year yet. I don't like to think about or dwell on the break up and heartbreak, it happened and it's so far gone it's not even in the same reality anymore. But it was hard. I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping - you guys, I wasn't even reading Pride & Prejudice. Shit was low.
What was your hardest year?