One year ago.

One year ago, I was watching The New Pornographers on stage at the Pitchfork Music Festival. It was a rough day, despite the wonderful music that was happening in my ears. I was operating on very little sleep; I had a terrible illness that later caused me to lose my voice for a few days; I was in a romantic situation that was less-than-stellar.

I short, I felt unhappy.

I decided that day--that moment--that I needed to make some changes.

Big changes.

Some of those changes actually happened; some of them even lasted into the present day. Although I had passively considered moving abroad since early last year, I don't think this current trajectory was something I pondered that day. Nevertheless, I'm glad I did this whole "moving to China" thing.