I can want things again

It's taken me some time to realise what a journey I've had in the past two years. If you had asked me ten years ago what I think I'd be doing now, I couldn't even have made this shit up. I'm living in Sydney, in an apartment and neighbourhood that I love, and my life doesn't revolve around work anymore. It's wild.

I still worry about things every now and then. I know I'm getting ahead of myself when the visa clock hasn't officially started ticking yet, so I remind myself not to fall into that state. But - can I just take a moment to appreciate that I no longer have to tell myself to just focus on keeping my head above water?  Two years ago, I couldn't even afford coffee and now I have a friggin milk frother even though I'm lactose intolerant. For the first time in a long time, I can want things again. And I'm not doing too badly, after all.