If I had to pick my favourite moments of time in December, I would struggle immensely. For me, December was how life should be: filled with adventure, precious time with family and friends and feelings of such happiness you feel thankful to be alive.
Only having to work for three days in December was an amazing way to round off the year and flying out of Sydney for a month in the UK, with a family mini-break to Vienna, was the best Christmas gift a girl could ask for. It was without doubt, the best month of the year.
Unlike the other months in 2014 when I reflected on the highlights, it is impossible for me to pinpoint my favourite moments in December because December itself was a highlight. It was the ray of light in a year of change and transition. It was a month of gratitude.
December was a fitting end to a year of learning about myself and about life. It was the perfect close to a year of understanding that things do get better when at first they suck; it was the grand finale to a year that made me understand that life is too short to think but not do.
December was about adventure and discovery, it was about family and friends, it was about good wine, great food and fantastic company. It was about London, it was about England and it was about love.
I cannot pick one special moment, or five special moments in my December to write about, because there were no special moments. It was all special. It confirmed to me that no matter how far you roam, or in what direction life takes you, home is where the heart is, and mine is in England.
This was my December.