What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?
A city (Edinburgh)
An apartment (oh glorious shoebox, oh wonderful wonderful Holly Golightly house)
Various bits of IKEA furniture
The physical presence of some very dear friends (which seems to be happening every 1.5 years on average, now, as I continue to boomerang my way around the world)
A not-so-stellar job (in fact, two of them)
THE BEACH (big sigh)
Close proximity to Europe (another big sigh)
Why? Because I had to. Because the UK Border Agency had decreed that I couldn’t stay in the country past November 18. Believe you me, I fought as long and as hard as I possibly could to keep the dream.
But, if we’re going with the Grander Plan theme, here (and why the heck not, if 2011 is to be all about letting go, and following bliss, and seeking out ways every day to be the writer?), I suppose you could also say that I let go of Edinburgh because there was something else waiting for my outstretched hand.
Exactly what that something is — now, there’s a damn good question. Does anyone have any insight? I sure as heck don’t!