dear 2013, its not you. its me…

Dear 2013,

I am sorry that I have to write this. But I will be honest and straight up with you – I think it’s time we went our separate ways. Its time for me to let you go. Its not you, its me.

You probably dont believe me but u gotta trust me when I say letting go will be difficult.

Because you have been all kinds of amazing fabulousness. We had some mad times together, from multiple pop-ups across different countries, to writing a cookbook, to supperclubbing, to being on television, to being featured in the newspaper and all kinds of print media we would have never dreamed to be on, to winning awards, to being in HK magazines and finally to launching our (first?) cookbook.

But most memorable of all, you introduced me to a steady endless stream of crazed obsessives – obsessed over food, nostalgia, art, design, food provenance, music, street markets, and all of whom innately sharing a common denominator, whether consciously or sub-consciously, of wanting to make this world a better, more loving, more fun, tastier, happier, sweeter place.

And each of whom has in one way of another, inspired me, kicked me, jabbed at me, nudged me, galvanised me, into wanting to be better and be more creative, and utmost, reminding me to never ever ever to lose that boundless curiosity and wild imagination I had as a kid.

You even brought our family closer than ever before. Doing all that cookbook research made me realise more about my parents and my grandparents which I would never have otherwise known.

But it’s time to part. And we both saw this coming. I have met someone new. She is a lot like you. And she promises all kinds of new adventures and dreams if I can just kick my azz, get my shiz together and get my ideas shiftin’ and movin’. I’ve so much more I want to do.

And we will always, always, have our memories. And bloody hell what incredible kickazz memories those are huh?

love

goz