Alive and Spitting

I’ve just gotten back from just under 2 months in the U.S. Went over partly for work related stuff (that lasted all of a week), but mostly was just hanging out, drinking, feeling homesick and taking photos.

This year has been a year of losses – of jobs, of friends, of money and of everything i’ve ever written (thank you external harddrive!).
It’s been a year of realisations. Of action. Of growing. Of love and a little bit of lunacy.

Am currently in the midst of planning my big move to Europe next year. Beck and I are packing our shit, leaving this humid hemisphere and starting our life together in dreary London. It will be our 3 year anniversary present to eachother next July.

Am also currently smitten by my baby nephew who was born only a few days ago. He is so soft, and fragile and quiet and beautiful that I cannot believe he is real.

So goodbye to a year that I hated, that wasn’t all that fantastic and that I wont need to tell the grandkids all about. And I believe this photo perfectly sums it up. Unimpressed, drink in hand, flipping the bird, and my girl by my side!