It’s the last day of 2015, and I’m writing this from Bagan, Myanmar, while I still have a good wifi connection.
As the year ends, I always reflect on the things that I’ve gone through in the past 12 months, the ways I’ve grown and changed, the friends I’ve made and lost, the things I’ve done. As such, it’s usually a sentimental time for me. I can say without a doubt that 2015 has hands down been the best year of my life. Recap of events that happened this year: I also enjoyed some small successes in my burgeoning writing career, which I’m very grateful for. I was also lucky enough to be able to travel to five countries over the span of three months. In addition to that, I finished my undergrad degree, leaving me free to go anywhere in 2016.
It was a year that was filled with more highs than lows, and I’m extremely happy and grateful for having had so many pleasurable moments this year. For 2016, I am sincerely hoping that I will be living in another country by this time next year. Moving overseas is something that I have been seriously thinking about for a long time now, and I know that I definitely want to commit myself to a life of travel, adventure, growth and learning, which is something I can’t do staying in my hometown.
This decision has been something I’ve been grappling with for a long time, because when I leave, I know that there’s a good chance I may not come back to live in Sydney. People have called me crazy to leave, because Sydney is such a great place to live. I don’t disagree with this. We have beautiful beaches, high salaries, great work-life balance, and generous annual leave (in comparison to many other countries). The places I’d be moving to (Japan or US) have crazy work hours and short allowances for annual leave. Logically, I am making a bad decision for myself in choosing to move and settle down overseas, but you can’t help what you want.
This is my goodbye to 2015, the year that was, and a greeting to 2016, a year in which I hope to live even more dangerously (and survive).