I remember this time last year. I was an anxious mess, waiting impatiently for the day I would move into my new house, my home. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, much akin to the feeling that most people would feel the day before a major operation. Here we are, a year on from that incredibly uncomfortable feeling, thanking my older self for staying the course and realizing that I was right from the start. I have always second guessed myself, and I always find out later that the initial answer was usually he right one. I am, as always, never wrong.
Hoping that whomever reads this has an excellent and grand New Year. 2013, here we come! Sláinte!