I'm pleased as punch with the last five years, I finished high school with great marks, got into the university I wanted, met lots of great people and made them into great friends - one of whom's a girl that's an important part of my life... though I fear she's not the love of it.
Got rid of my mobile phone two years ago, and haven't looked back, it's great not having one of the annoying things, for me anyway.
Did a lot of charity work, and learnt a great deal, got some good work related accreditations.
Traveled some, and bought a lot of good hats, mankind's greatest clothing invention. Nothing like the a continental fedora in burgundy red.
Joined KMC forums - a good or bad decision I don't know 😉
And other stuff. One can only hope the next five years are as good, or better (for me and everyone on KMC 😄 )
Just by being here.........though I did go to the beach a lot.
Ah the same, if a beach is there, all pristine and inviting, it's really a crime not to spend some time in the sun, swimming and snoozing. Especially as there were no Jelly Fish at the Sydney Beach I frequent this year - I suspect they went somewhere cooler.
I got married; finshed a HND; finished a degree; moved about 100 miles away from my home town; bought a lovely new house; got a job I love and get paid a decent amount for; visited Spain, Portugal, Sri Lanka (twice), Maldives, France, Dubai, Singapore, LA, San Diego, Catalina, Mexico and Miami; and I also found out I'm gonna be a father in 2006.
To summerise: these last five years have been very good to me.
^happy happy you...was it all you thought it was gonna be? 🍺
I enjoyed the last five years. Moved out of the city, taking classes, have a beach down the road. Met a lot of great people. visiting some elderly in the rest homes. Though the last 6 months could of been better, had a court thingie, bad bad bad me...But I over came that!
mmm...a strange 5 years its been
left my teen years behind forever (or at least until time machines are invented)
met the love of my life...then lost her through my own stupidity
packed in a well paid job to go and do mine clearance work in Afghanistan for 6 months then got the hell out after 9/11
watched my uncle slip into alcoholism and drink himself to death in 8 months after the death of my gran
packed in another decent paid job to go back to university
all topped off with just these last few weeks of finally meeting someone with the potential to heal my long broken heart