Happy New Year

Talk about a long break. Things have changed quite a bit since my last post. I'm on an entirely new continent, back in school, working on a thesis and, most importantly, just writing again. I've met some amazing people in the short time I've been here, attended a wedding, learnt to 'swim' (hey, if you can get from one point of the pool to another without drowning, it counts), started exploring Melbourne properly, really read contemporary Urdu poetry for the first time, bought *pink* Uggs (for Halloween), made kheer for Christmas, started yoga, taught French, received my new journal just in time--I was running out of space in the old one--taken care of a cat, learnt how not to fall over in a moving tram, fallen over in a moving tram, lost touch with people around the globe, gotten back in touch with quite a few people I'd lost touch with, discovered how cool the Aussie music scene is, and rung in the new year with a huge crowd at Federation Square, where they played the Cure and the Josh Owen Band covered 'Get Up, Stand Up'. Now if they'd played early 80s Europop and New Wave, my life would have been complete.