a year in review
Saturday was my one-year anniversary of moving to London. I spent it in the grand English style, eating partridge and terrorizing a private gentleman’s club with my ovaries. (Though clearly alarming, they were politely ignored.)
I still haven’t learned to speak about my life here in any articulate way, so I won’t try. The last year was all just… more. More work, more travel, more happiness, more sadness. Both the best and worst.
Incidentally, I joined Instagram about the same time that I moved here. There are only three pictures of me on it, but they sum up probably the three best moments of 2011.
Taken in the Peak District, mid-hike.
Taken while in Berlin for Beats.
Taken while meeting my Irish family for the first time in Belfast. Did I ever tell you about that? They taught me origami, readjusted my back, and made me feel at home. And took me here, to the Giant’s Causeway, which is essentially a giant, seaside game of Q-bert. Needless to say, 2012 has a lot to live up to.
