I was November then, but today I feel a little free. Since moving back, I have remarked many times “I regret nothing!” I don’t regret quitting my old job. I don’t regret moving.
Do I still miss my friends? Yes. With the exception of Andrea and the Hubbits, though, I’ve managed to see them a little more than I expected. Possibly because I’m putting in more effort, but also because I now travel more for work, so I can see people when I go. I was able to tack on vacations to work trips, or see family and friends while working, and it’s … working well for me.
Mentally I’m in a generally better place than I was this time two years ago. That doesn’t mean this year has been perfect. I lost three grandparents, which cut me to the bone in a way I probably should have expected. I’ve had some good tear down fights with friends and family, though we’ve all made up. I’ve done dumb things, which is pretty normal for anyone I think.
Still, I feel good. I feel happy. And I’m looking forward to next year.
That, my friends, is a welcome feeling.