365 days ago, the immigration officer said “enjoy the adventure”, as she handed me back my passport. I had sticky cheeks from the tears I had been shedding earlier, already missing my friends and then boyfriend in Chicago.
365 days since then:
- I have worked for 4 of the biggest fashion events & 2 fashion design companies.
- I have learned more about my craft.
- I watched my favorite designer’s fashion show in person.
- I did the thing I never thought I’d do: waitressing.
- I have been made to feel like less of a human by being scolded for serving a salad without avocado.
- I have been given a tip higher than my hourly wage, after telling the table I was going to visit Melbourne.
- I have never lived with more people/ boys in one house before, each person bringing with them their stories and unexpected weekend antics. Most of the housemates, I never would have met otherwise.
- Finding all sorts of creatures in the house, especially at night, became the norm.
- I stood at a cliff’s edge; only being able to see the stars above and hear the crashing waves below.
- I have looked up at the night’s sky with the largest bats I’d ever seen flying above me.
- The guy told me he had fallen for me, as we were rock climbing.
- I had my heart broken the next day.
- I have probably doubled my bikini collection.
- I have hopped through the city streets, trying to avoid coming close to those damn cockroaches.
- We danced salsa next to the Opera House, with only his phone playing the music as loud as it could.
- We ate pizza and spoke about philosophy on my balcony, only lit by 2 candles and watched over the Glebe streets, never knowing when one of the neighbors would start their weekly fights.
After 365 days, I stepped on a plane with sticky, tear soaked cheeks, heading towards New Zealand.