23 is a number that is in-between 'you're still young, you have many years ahead of you' and 'you're no longer a kid, start paving out your life'. & to be damn honest, I thought I had that figured out when I was 21. Life was perfectly planned - great career, brilliant salary, amazing boyfriend, etc... And of course, I decided to fuck it up. Quit my job, left my... ... ..."
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The above paragraphs were sitting in a draft post for over 4 years. I wanted to write and give you 'readers' my thoughts about my then upcoming 23rd birthday. I used to love writing, but I couldn't even finish my sentence about my damned life, what the hell happened? As I am typing this, March 7 2019, I am now 27 turning 28 this December. So much had happened since:
- Last you heard (if there's any of you even), I finally got my French visa and moved there in hopes to build a new life in Paris;
- 2 months later, I was unhappy & miss home so much. I left Paris after falling out of love with the city;
- Again I moved back home, defeated & broke from all that moving in a span of 3 months.
- Found an interior design job and worked there loyally for the next 42 months (3.5 years if you can't count).
- In between the 42 long months, I found a man through the social media means of INSTAGRAM - he lives halfway across the world in Los Angeles
- Flew back and forth the USA & Singapore for 3 years.
- September 2018, I had enough of LDR. I quit my job and left my family and friends. Packed my life into 2 suitcases (again but hopefully for the last time). Booked a one way ticket and flew to LA to build a new life.
My updates in life seem like a repeated cycle from 2014, however I do believe it is going to be different this time. I am still a fool for love, but stronger and wiser. I emphasise stronger because strength is obviously what I need to be contented and satisfied with where I am. And I want to be content and satisfied. Truth - LA isn't all that pretty. But I won't get into that today.
Looking back and walking down memory lane (a phrase I seem to enjoy using all the time), I am still unable to pen down my thoughts of life. Speaking and discussing about the said topic is easy. Verbally, it isn't permanent. Typing and posting it appears too much of an impact. Maybe I haven't been good with words all this while.
I am happier and in a better place now. So I am going to try - try to write.
For now, this is me...
x,
Judi