So, in 2009 I graduated, went to some wonderful poetry readings, read at some myself, put together a zine with Chris, lived in four different houses, painted a bookshelf, made a wish at the Trevi Fountain, fell in love, saw Tori Amos a few times, started a postgraduate degree, read about 23 novels, wrote a few poems, felt happier than I ever though I could, did my last ever nightshift, found my favourite painting and realised who I am and what I want.