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Dec. 31st, 2009 11:44 pmSo, with twenty-eight minutes to go, I come traipsing in to the "Whoa, the year's ending" party.
Yeah. It's ending. And I'm sorta glad to see it go.
I didn't have a bad year. I didn't have a great one, though. I packed up and moved away from grandparents who love me a lot and friends that I adore, not to mention a place that was finally starting to be comfortable and homelike. I threw all of my belongings into a car and drove for thirteen hours so that I could be with my soulmate. I'm still here. We got married. Nevertheless, I remain more than a little homesick for my friends and the city that was finally mine.
This is my year, one phrase per month: rang in 2009 in TX with my Blond Guy; had an epic argument with my grandmother; spent a glorious week-or-more with my Blond Guy in FL when he came to my grandparents' vow renewal; moved to TX; my current store opened; was left home alone for two weeks while the Blond Guy was off playing with the Army; got sick and stayed that way for about a month; went to NC so that the Blond Guy could meet my family and had a run-in with airport security thanks to some bitch of a flight attendant; got married; moved to current apartment; November; December.
Twenty five minutes.
I haven't accomplished nearly as much as I wanted to. Most of my time and energy was still devoted to building my life with the Blond Guy. As rewarding as that was, it still took a lot away from me. I have learned that I really do depend on words in some fashion. My sanity really DOES depend on it, to a certain point. When I leave the words out, I slide further and further away from the person that I really want to be. So my first goal from now on is: more words, both taken in and poured back out onto the page.
I can sort of sum up everything that I want in one sentence: I want to be a better person in all ways, shapes and forms. I want to improve my existence.
Twenty.
Read more. Take better care of myself. Work on building a better, stronger relationship with J. That's about it. One day at a time, and all that.
Seventeen minutes.
Going now, because in a little while, it will be time to go outside and see in the new year.
Have a good one, guys. See you in 2010.
Yeah. It's ending. And I'm sorta glad to see it go.
I didn't have a bad year. I didn't have a great one, though. I packed up and moved away from grandparents who love me a lot and friends that I adore, not to mention a place that was finally starting to be comfortable and homelike. I threw all of my belongings into a car and drove for thirteen hours so that I could be with my soulmate. I'm still here. We got married. Nevertheless, I remain more than a little homesick for my friends and the city that was finally mine.
This is my year, one phrase per month: rang in 2009 in TX with my Blond Guy; had an epic argument with my grandmother; spent a glorious week-or-more with my Blond Guy in FL when he came to my grandparents' vow renewal; moved to TX; my current store opened; was left home alone for two weeks while the Blond Guy was off playing with the Army; got sick and stayed that way for about a month; went to NC so that the Blond Guy could meet my family and had a run-in with airport security thanks to some bitch of a flight attendant; got married; moved to current apartment; November; December.
Twenty five minutes.
I haven't accomplished nearly as much as I wanted to. Most of my time and energy was still devoted to building my life with the Blond Guy. As rewarding as that was, it still took a lot away from me. I have learned that I really do depend on words in some fashion. My sanity really DOES depend on it, to a certain point. When I leave the words out, I slide further and further away from the person that I really want to be. So my first goal from now on is: more words, both taken in and poured back out onto the page.
I can sort of sum up everything that I want in one sentence: I want to be a better person in all ways, shapes and forms. I want to improve my existence.
Twenty.
Read more. Take better care of myself. Work on building a better, stronger relationship with J. That's about it. One day at a time, and all that.
Seventeen minutes.
Going now, because in a little while, it will be time to go outside and see in the new year.
Have a good one, guys. See you in 2010.
