First thing's first: People with really terrible years: I am sorry. I am happy that you are here, and lot of ~ma and love me for a better 2022 (let me ignore the omicron news for a minute. Cause it'll pass, the question is what comes next, and I vote for shiny ponies, a surprise bag of money, more humane politics and politicians, and a beverage of choice).
Also important: Thank you very much, dcp, Laura, Kat, and JenP for your lovely cards! dcp, thanks to you I finally got to witness first hand the cats-vs.-tree-decor thing. While I don't have a tree, Pele enjoyed it very much, too, and it was hilarious.
In the last day of 2021, 13 minutes before the deadline, I. Have. Submitted. My. Thesis. (this board is in the acknowledgment part, but of course). This brings to conclusion my MA in public policy which started in July 2019. Yes, I did choose quite a time to go and studying that subject... Anyways.
I feel like I blanked out most of 2021 (and some parts of 2020) because it was... what it was. I just focused on surviving it (which is also why I wasn't here a lot). Moving, and changing roommates (I had to freaking search for roommates three times in eight months because two of them decided to leave mid-contact for reasons unrelated to me), and living in a too-noisy part of the city, and constant stress of studying and working three days a week and living on a strict budget and then pandemic and my anti-vax dad and two mild cat emergencies and moving and doing all of this while 60% of work was processing holocaust related archives were a lot. In the terrible timeline we're in, the thesis turned out to be the fun part where I mostly got to do what I wanted to do. Yeah, it was a lot of work, and I sure as hell would have preferred to write it under better conditions, but it was a mental place where I could do more than surviving. I tried my best to thrive there, because it was where I could.
I have some hopes and careful plans for 2022. Let's see what it'll bring. Much love to y'all.