In the words of my hero and Queen of colour, Kate Spade, "It takes two to tango."
And today I celebrate my two years in Melbourne.
Two crazy years scarred by two massive false starts.
I may not have found my dancing feet just yet - I've tripped up, fallen, sprained an ankle or two, been stepped on by dancing partners, been judged unfairly, ripped skirts and got stage fright - but this year, with two years under my belt, I'm ready to tango.
Yes, it takes two to tango and it's taken two years to get here. It's not where I thought I'd be, it's not where I wanted to be. But I've still got my dancing shoes on.
Maybe next year I'll be ready for a waltz.