It had been a year of many firsts.
First time I got lucky bags from New Years Sale frenzie in Japan. First time praying at a temple to start the new year.
First time I have ever not work for a long period of time (almost one year in March)
First time I traveled overseas with one my best friends. First time I met my penpal in her home country, traveled to Helsinki and then Stockholm.
First time I joined an art studio and made art outside my home.
First time I ever had surgery. First time I had to have repeat of the same surgery. First time I ever rode in an ambulance. First time I thought I may die from being in the ER the second time after feeling like I almost died there the first time.
First time I had been hospitalized
First time I spoke to my father in 5 years.
First time I spoke to my aunt in 5 years.
First time I spoke to my cousin in more than 10 years.
First time I ever feel so depressed that I didn’t want to live anymore thinking that I have had a pretty good life so far.
First time that I have to go see a therapist.
First time I rode on an electric scooter.
First time that I sold my art online.
I got much love and concern from many and am grateful for knowing that if I didn’t make it, at least my funeral won’t be without people.
