n front of the mirror，I reached to touch my face. That is what I had been doing for 10 years— it was how I understood — so it was a natural impulse. It was not until I saw myself that I realized how much my memory had faded of things I once could see. It was about four hours before I told anyone. I stayed with Ami. We looked at each other and played outside in the yard. I just wanted to be alone，and take it in. It was so much.
The strange thing was that I knew it was going to happen. About a week before，I was walking Ami and suddenly saw blue dots in front of my left eye，the one I would regain my sight in. I told my mum because I found it funny；blue had been my favorite color and was the easiest color for me to see when I had partial sight. I took it as a sign.
People don’t treat me differently now. I was always completely independent. I lived in Auckland，New Zealand，in my own flat with my dog. I would have parties and go clubbing: I would listen to the beat of the music and go with it and hope for the best. When your friends grab you and point you in the other direction because they are actually over there，that is when you remember you’re blind.
I also loved movies. Going to the movies blind was like someone telling you a really good story with great sound effects，and you make up all the images in your head. I haven’t been back since I regained my sight. But I’ve been able to see my favorite soap，Shortland Street. And my friends took out magazines and pointed out Pamela Lee Anderson and Brad Pitt. The biggest surprise was Brad Pitt. I just thought，what is everyone going on about? The best was seeing my boyfriend. He rode the ferry over，and I knew him the moment I saw him. He was as sexy as I had imagined.