… That Catherine and Eric would be married.

… That I would be deliriously in love with someone I met on the Internet… in BOSTON.

… That I would be forging out on my own once again in a neighbourhood I hadn’t even considered before.

… That I would be fussing my way to a much larger move than that.

… That I would be doing freelancing things that I dearly love.

… That I would have spent six out of those twelve months in some stage of pneumonia.

… That I would have flown on an airplane more times in one year than in the ten years previous.

… That I would be selling off everything I own.

… That I would have the window to my bedroom shut, because it’s chilly!

… That my money would have to stretch in thirty directions instead of just three.

… That I would love my parents even more than I did before, because I finally get that even when they don’t approve or understand, they adore me.

… That I would have made so many new and amazing friends.

Well… I don’t know what I would have thought.

But for better or for worse, it’s good that time unfolds as it does.

I think one day at a time is exactly how I would have wanted to experience it all.