July
In order to save money, I moved back home. This had the potential to be the disaster of the year given the turbulent relationship I have with my parents but thankfully, they were going overseas and I only had three weeks with them. It was nice to be pampered but three weeks were definitely more than enough.
July sort of disappeared, work was even more tiring now that I lived so far and my new boss was still making my life very unpleasant. I had grave doubts about my teaching skills as I could not work with the new textbooks my school had introduced.
My health became my priority and I went to the gym a lot and I think I even cut down on drinking.
This was also the month when I discovered ebay and found some true bargains.
I also went to M's wedding, one of very few people from school I keep in touch with. Her wedding was in Singleton, and I had to come back to Sydney that night so I couldn't even drink myself silly. It was weird seeing a school friend getting married and even weirder to find out that there are many more from school who are already married.
I also went down to Jervis Bay for a weekend, and then there was something else which I can't remember. It was a hectic month filled with guilt as I couldn't spend as much time as I wanted with my family. (who would have thought I'd ever feel guilty for not spending enough time with my family? This really has been a bizarre year)

August
With my parents gone, I devoted a lot of time to my sister and my nephew. I went to gazillion one year old's birthday parties and even took my nephew to the park.(no biggie i hear you say, well it was a big bloody deal for both of us)
Not having much time left in Sydney, I tried to make a list of things I wanted to do before my departure but never made the list therefore didn't actually do anything I wanted to do before I left. Oh well, shit happens.
August was also my nephew's second birthday and unlike the previous one, I was sober and coherent.
I started to wind down at my job, doing as little as possible, crossing off each day. Was I excited? By this stage, I was over being excited. I had peaked too early and was jack of counting down. I wanted to leave a.s.a.p.

September
September was filled with farewell gatherings/soirees. Trying to see everyone and get everything done and working full time was a challenge but it was a lot of fun. Most nights, I had people to see and I'm ashamed to admit, a lot of drink driving......
I was having so much fun, I was almost regretting my decision to leave Sydnye. Didn't last very long.
This was also the month, I lost my camera, which I don't think I'm over yet.....
The last couple of weeks in Sydney were filled with mischief, wine, friends and tears. I thank all of you who made it a special fortnight which I probably won't forget for a while.
The second half of September was spent in Seoul, where I was pressured to stay for the wedding. I have a rule in life, where I can only attend one wedding a year. That is the rule. I don't care who it is, if I've been to a wedding, I cannot go to another till the following year. So I refused.
The ten days I had in Seoul were interesting enough but I just needed to reach my final destination and get on with my new life and there was nothing, not even a family wedding, which was going to stop me from getting there on schedule. So I won the battle and jumped on the plane for the reunion I had been waiting for so long.

October
Spent the month looking for a flat, and moving in to the new flat. It rained practically the whole month which didn't help the morale. It was a depressing month where the idea of returning home to my old job was very appealing, but stayed on because things with DK were fine. By the end of the month, I had found a part time job at the bullshit cafe and things started to look brighter.

November
That bright light lost its power and everything was still shit. Hated the cafe job and my ego was greatly bruised after receiving all those rejection letters.
The highlight of the month was going to France at the end. Should have stayed there. Oh that's right, I don't have a bloody EU passport.:**:

December
Glasgow seemed even more depressing after our little trip to France. Walked out of my cafe job and now I cut and paste for eight hours a day. It's better than the cafe job even if no one talks to me.
Off to Lancaster for NYE.

What a year it has been. Je sais pas quoi dire. J'ai commence l'an un peu perdue. J'ai trouve mon chemin and j'ai commence de vivre un peu. C'est vrai que j'ai pas bien aime mon boulot mais c'etait un boulot qui m'a donne la stabilite. J'ai tout quitte pour l'amour, a commencer une nouvelle vie. Mais, cette sallope est rentree et elle m'en merde. J'en ai marre de cet histoire.