gratitude and wishes

It's been a strange ten months-give-and-take-a-few-days since I got this journal. I've gotten an A in terminology and a C in legal translation; I've gotten my heart broken; been fairly seriously ill; written ficlets and longer stories in many, many universes; read twelve Georgette Heyers and two translations of Sappho's poetry; I turned 25; I've learned to put on eyeliner but not nailpolish; I've gone to six London bookstores and four London museums; I've been to Singapore and Malaysia; I've been depressed; I've gone dancing; I've learned so many new songs by heart; I've been learning, I am learning, I'm here.

And I met you lot. A gang of bright, beautiful, kind people who came to the tiny space I was making for myself and said, "Hi, we like it here too." I'm so grateful for all the support, the stories, the all-night-chatting sessions, the beta readings, the art, the letter, the love, the love. Thank you for sticking around.

I have some holiday wishes, big ones and small ones, and it feels odd to write them down, when I'm actually really fucking grateful to be right here, who I am, where I am. But maybe that's where they belong, too.

( number the stars )