Twelve months ago I posted about the anticipation of twenty-ten. I had uttered those three syllables in joyous anticipation for years prior. I knew they were going to bring something big. They bought many things, like pain and joy, a friendship that is quite unconventional but treasured all the same. They bought success which I think was due to me finally finding something lucky. On this subject I would like to say that you can't just find something and decide it is lucky (which I have done to a few objects) you have to find something that combines all the elements of things you love and it still sustain a necessary purpose. So I found this object of mine, but to be honest I know it wasn't the luck, it was the blood sweat and tears.
So twenty-ten delivered just like every other twelve months that comes and goes.
Now it is bordering twenty-eleven. My possessions are packed tightly in card-board boxes and I am preparing myself for a life of rent and train tickets. I'm scared but not in the senses that I should be.
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