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The year comes to finally meet its expiration date.
For this month, I want to reflect on this year of pain, of almost-yes, of me being in the desert, of me being up and down because I was stupid enough to make my industry my identity. If there's one victory this year, it's that I finally cleaved myself from the industry in which I sometimes work. I am grateful you gave me enough space to see it at last. I think I had a little more of Europe to work through.
At least the year will be behind us. At least we can visit family soon and have good distractions. After this year, with its losses and heartbreaks, we deserve it.