its been a YEAR

on october the 2nd, i celebrated a whole year of being at The Edge as a journalist. it has been one whole year since i uprooted myself from all that i knew and heaved into the unfamiliar with this job. when i tell people about my apprehension of a career change at 28, they scoff - apparently most career decisions ARE made at this age. which, rest assured, really didnt make me feel any more assured.

but the fact remains that it was, and i willingly admit i miss PR desperately. there is something inherently fulfilling about the job i left behind. personally, it is about knowing how to do it.... i never had that many doubts, in my head i knew what was where and how to get things done easily. here, the simplest of tasks are an effort - for no other reason than i have never done them before.

having said that, i'm glad i made the move. i have learnt an immeasurable amount things about myself and about other people which have shocked and surprised me. the past year has been peppered with events and incidences that has both caused me immense pain and pure joy... i learnt how to let go of the man i loved more than i ever realised, i saw dolphins in the pacific ocean, i watched my precious cousin get married to the man of her dreams, i suffered the pain of loss with my best friend when she lost her father, and i well and truly found myself again one random afternoon.

this job has allowed me to do some of these things, and preoccupied me enough to get through the rest.

to many more years here, to the many more things i want so badly learn, to lasting the journeys i desire to travel. i have never been so eager for my tomorrows to begin.