Who knows what the year might bring?

The last couple of days and weeks can be condensed into one endless buzz. Dinners, cocktails, dances, walks, hikes, outings, movies. I haven’t had the chance to contemplate 2008 and feel the rush for 2009.

2008 was, for the lack of a more interesting analogy, a bit like making a new friend. Awkward, slightly uncomfortable but exciting. It was my first year out of school. My first move to another city, Sydney, to work. My first full-time job. My first real pay check. My first rented property. Buying my first furniture. Furnishing my first home. Meeting new people, and making some amazing friends. And yet reaching back out to old friends who have moved to Sydney. It was the first time I searched for my goals and questioned my purpose. I spent most of 2008 confused, vulnerable, jaded and slightly contemptuous. But in it all, I also found deeper relations with God and others, and found something which sparked a flint light on my future career. I didn’t make the most of 2008, and that is a lesson on its own.

2009. The year I get married. The year I quit my first job to launch into a journey that I am hopefully more passionate about. The year I move back to Melbourne to build my future home and rekindle old friendships. 2009 is still a fuzzy button on my radar. I’m still whirling from the festivities of the new year and 2009 can’t be firmed up until I move back to Melbourne on the 1st of February and start reassessing my situation. But 2009 will definitely be an adventure. Three weddings. Six weeks of honeymoon through New Zealand and Malaysia. Perhaps a masters in public health? Perhaps a new job? Who knows what 2009 might bring?