>Night night to the noughties

>What a fucking decade.

A lot has happened. Sure, sure… for the entire world. But I’m concerned mostly with me. I know you’re surprised. But I don’t think I need to recap what has happened in the world in the last 10 years – surely CNN or the BBC or the CBC (whatever floats your boat) will be doing recaps for everyone as nothing hugely newsworthy seems to be happening in the world right now (so says me, the girl who doesn’t read the paper or watch the news). So I’m going to focus on me.

I don’t really know where to begin. ‘”Begin at the beginning,” the king said gravely, “and when you get to the end; stop.”‘ Alrighty then. Good advice, that.

I brought in the year 2000 with short, blonde hair and dressed as Alice. Heather threw a fantastic costume party for the millenium with balloons and food and all. I crashed at her place and stumbled home on the first day of the year through a foot of snow with one wet shoe (I had barfed in it the night before and needed to rinse it out before I put it back on).  It wasn’t particularly comfortable.  Good thing home wasn’t very far away.

I graduated with a fairly useless degree (English Lit and Theatre) that year and proceded to not do much with my life. I was working at the pulp mill (oh my, yes) and was in a relationship with a pretty kick-ass guy. Things were not too shabby at the start of the decade.

The next few years seemed to just happen. Life was good but nothing really stands out from the first three years from the decade, good or bad. But then there was a very dark spot – the summer following my 27th birthday they cancelled Futurama, my house was broken into, the province caught on fire, my dad died, my friend Jeff died and my grandmother died. It was easily the worst year of my life. I was relieved when it was over.

After living in Vancouver for just over a year (and seeing a bajillion fantastic gigs with Mike) I decided to fuck off to Korea in August of 2005 for reasons that are completely my own. I was 29. There wasn’t a single stamp in my passport. It seemed like the right thing to do.

For the next two years I lived just south of Seoul and worked as a kindergarten teacher. It was easily the most fun I’ve ever had at work. I met a lot of absolutely amazing people and went on many adventures. I also got to travel. A lot. Over those two years I went to Thailand, Hong Kong, Cambodia, China, Malaysia, North Korea and the Philippines.

In 2007 I felt I was finally done with Korea (I was only supposed to be there for one year!) and it was time to move on to the next big thing. Mostly thanks to a very good visa, I decided that I would move to London.  I did, of course, choose to get here in the most ridiculous way possible. I flew to Malaysia to do nothing on a tropical island for a month. Then back on a plane to get to Ho Chi Minh City. After a few days there the great train trip began, taking me through Vietnam, China, Mongolia, Russia, Belarus, Poland, Germany and Belgium to get to England. I had no one to stay with upon my arrival, so I immediate flew to Dublin, then after a week took a bus to Belfast and finally took the ferry to Glasgow where I stayed for a week before moving along to my final stop; London.

And now I’ve been here for over two years, which still makes me shake my head. It is hard to believe that I’ve been gone from home so long (more than four years now!) and here in London so long. It is a city that still manages to delight me almost every day. I’ve had a fairly, um, unsettled time here: I’ve had four jobs and have lived in five places over the two years. I can’t say it has been easy, but it has been interesting and for the most part, a lot of fun.

I think back over the last 10 years, of the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done… and the most amazing thing to me is still the people I’ve been able to meet and the friends that I’ve made. I feel so fortunate that life has gone as it has over the last 10 years to bring so many great people in my life. Awesomeness.

I’m certain the adventure isn’t over yet.  I’m still young(ish) and there is so much more of this great big world to see. Instead of feeling cynical and bitter (which is fairly typical of me), I’m really optimistic about the upcoming decade. Shoot. If it’s half as good as the last one, I’ll be happy with it.

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