31 started badly with an incredibly horrific fight with my best friend.  And not 4 months later I had a huge fight with my other best friend.  It was a shit beginning to the year.  But I learned from those fights.  I learnt that I was too good to put up with deprecating bullshit from people who were supposed to be my friends.  I apologized for what I acknowledged were my faults and stopped.  And moved on.  And by December, both of them had contacted me, established contact.  Which was nice, because, let me tell you, I wasn’t going to do it.  I had had enough.  But I won’t lie – it was nice to be missed.

During 31, I went to Eastern Europe.  I learnt more about the holocaust than I ever thought possible.  I cried, my heart ached, and I tried to acknowledge all the names of the dead that are memorialized around the area.

I saw Auschwitz.  You don’t ever forget that.

I also learnt the limitations of my disability + travel for the first time.  In Eastern Europe I fell so much I looked like a beating victim, and I called my sister in tears from Warsaw because I was so upset. But the trip was worth it.

In 31, I finished up my first year as acting Manager.  It could not continue longer because I do not have the language levels.  So with the end of my Manager position, I found another.  It’s turned to shit, but at least I took action.

During 31, I struggled with a crush, a non-attraction, and the ongoing struggle to figure out exactly who, and what, I am attracted to.  Ironically, this marks five years since the break up with my Ex.  The same amount of time we were together.  Time flies. So much, so much has changed.

31 was decent.  It was a kiddie roller coaster – no big highs, no big lows, but enough dips to make your stomach slightly drop.

Here’s to 32.

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