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Another year, another many grey hairs.


Image may contain: one or more people, people standing and outdoorIt is finally here. 33.
One more year until I am 34, the year I decided I would have no choice but to consider myself a fully fledged adult, after all, at 34 I will be older than Jesus.
Those of you who have kindly read my blog over the years will be aware that every year I have a wee look back as well as a look forward.
Every year, for the last few, I have been full of change. All I have wanted is change.
This year is different.
I always said that 32 was my year.
I had a feeling in my bones that I would have a good year being 32.
I got a new job, which pushed me to my limits but which satisfies my thirst for learning and growth.
I moved into a wee flat on my own which if we are honest can only be described as cosy but it fits my books, a kettle and my enormous box of Lyons teabags so I really have nothing to complain about.
I have friendships that have blossomed into truly beautiful friendships in this past year.
Steve and Jocelyn have become such a huge part of my life this year, and keep me on my toes with their practical jokes at my expense, enormous birthday balloons, and have kindly supplied me with a years supply of toilet roll (yet another joke).
Other friendships have just continued to grow and grow over the year, really helping me to settle myself in my life here in Aberdeen.
Musically, I couldn't have asked for a better year.
I got to see the Avett brothers play in London
Foy Vance literally brought me to tears in December
The Courteeners, Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats, The Temperance Movement were glorious.
I got to live a teenage dream of hearing Noel Gallagher and Richard Ashcroft play life.
I dated a lovely guy for a few months who made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
Image may contain: 2 people, people smiling, people standing and indoorI got to spend both the first and last day of being 32 with one of my favourite people on this planet, Claire.
I spent St. Patrick's day with another Irish person, Alma. Who is simply a dote.
I got to see my dad quite a few times over the year too.
I went to Ireland with my friends, and got to show them where I am from.
Beau was here not long ago for a visit, and he mentioned that I have inspired a story in him. The title is 'The girl who wanted to move to Glasgow but never quite made it'.
While I have never stopped wanting the move, it is now not the end all and be all of my existence.
I go into 33 wanting to embrace what I have.
Be the best that I can be, for me and not for anyone else.
I go into 33 quite content with where I have gotten myself in life.
I don't feel that I need to prove myself to anyone.
I am looking forward to the next 12 months. As always, I have no idea where I will be this time next year, but hopefully it will be a similar place. With similar optimism.


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