Can't believe it

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I just can't believe it. The last year has been amazing, I've met interesting people, made friends for life, saw and done things I would never see or do and found someone I love dearly.
I just can't believe it. People say the time flies and unfortunately it's true. I remember it like it was yesterday: me arriving in a big city, not sure where to go, walking for ages with a 20 kg backpack. Tired as and afraid of what would happen. I didn't know anyone, was all by myself. Of course it all worked out pretty good, although I had some problems with my credit card, sim card and tax number. It feels like I've just arrived here, in this beautiful country. Like I just started to live my dream. Like I started working at The Park Hotel yesterday, like I just went with the helicopter today, or did the black water rafting in the caves. Like I just moved to Picton... Yeah, time flies...
I can't believe it. It was my birthday today. We went to Blenheim with Irie his brothers and had a good time there. Some Christmas shopping and walking around.
I can't believe it. I only have one month left. I should be thankful for what I've seen and done in 11 months, but I'm a dreamer and I dream big. Not all my dreams might come true, but I can try and fight for them. Yes, it's hard. Sometimes I feel like giving up and letting go. Slip back. Not going forward. But I'm a dreamer and I'll always dream and I won't give up. I don't know why I'm still writing, I could say to you all: "see you soon, miss you, love you" blah blah. But I feel like writing, don't know what to write about though.
I can't believe it. I'm a writer (yes, I know I haven't published anything YET) and I don't know what to write about. Oh, great. Irie just walked in and gave me a big hug. "are you alright, hunny?". He makes me smile, makes me happy and I hope I make him happy. (Don't know how I can make anyone happy, you know me... I'm Lisa. I'm weird. That's why I'm still writing. And you, the reader) are weird too, because you're still reading this shit)
I'll stop writing now and join the boys in the living room.

Your Lisa

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