335 days since I arrived into G Town last year, full of hope. The possibilities were endless.
302 days since I got dumped the first time. Suddenly, possibilities had limitations.
16 days since I got dumped the second time. By the same guy.
17 days since I washed my hands off him once and for all. About time eh?
3 - the number of people that have opted to turn their back on me. Their loss.
21 - new friendships that I have forged, including imaginary online blog buddies!
290 days since I moved into my flat and found out that I'd struck gold on the flatmate meter.
260 days since Nana passed away.
49 days since Papa followed her.
5 - beautiful surprise cards and gifts sent by loving friends to cheer me up. Bless them!
4 - plants bought to cheer myself up!
500 (and counting) - the number of times I have thanked the Heavens for the gift of family, of friends and of love.
156 days since I hugged a family member.
17 days that I got to share VBFs parents and have a Mommy around.
277 job applications sent out.
65 - days that I've worked over the past 10 months.
£700 - the amount that an ex employer owes me.
34, 20, 14 - the number of phone calls, text messages and emails that I have sent that ex employer.
2 - the number of times I have wished the pox upon him. Bastard.
14 - the number of pounds I have dropped in weight since moving here. The all yogurt diet sure helps.
7 - food dishes that I mastered cooking before I moved onto the all yogurt diet.
3 - the number of holidays I have had in the past year; India, Paris and the Netherlands. Not bad for someone who is financially broken.
10 days until I leave for England and a new opportunity.
43 days of confirmed employment. Thankfully.
365 days until my visa expires. The possibilities are endless.