2010, you were a bitch, but it ended out amazing.
The beginning of the year was awful.The unexpected death of a lifelong family friend in February left me and my family unable to listen to music for months. The realization that my third and final attempt of being in a romantic relationship where we live together had, once again, failed.
But then I went sailing in Mexico for two weeks as I do every year. When I came back I settled into my new apartment. Seriously bought new furniture, instead of weekends rummaging through Goodwill and yard sales. I got a power drill and actually HUNG stuff up. I cherished being able to watch whatever I wanted to on TV, eating whatever I wanted, and even staying in bed all day. If I wanted to. No more judgments or unwanted criticisms.
I really, really, really love living by myself. And what kills me is that I KNOW THAT. But I keep getting myself swept off my feet and convinced to move in with a boy in the hopes we can have a functional adult relationship. Yeah, right. I'm not that kind of girl, I KNOW THAT, and from here on out I will keep reminding myself of that everyday.
So about August, things started to get really fun for me. I went to Las Vegas with my slutty-only-when-on-vacation friend, and we got drunk every night and laid out by the pool every day.
September, I went vegetarian for this entire month in an attempt to detoxify after the summer's indulgence, but ended up with a sleeping disorder instead. I am now a proud Melatonin supplement advocate.
October, I was Lady Gaga and got drunk and had a sloppy makeout sesh at my friend's Halloween party.
November, I turned 29 (and my last living Grandparent died). I sold my car which I've had ever since I could drive, and didn't buy a new one. I now travel by foot or bicycle. I went out of town twice, and had a blast each time. A cabin in Strawberry with the Girls, and a wonderful weekend in San Diego with my Mom. I also helped cook absolutely...
2010, you were a bitch, but it ended out amazing.
The beginning of the year was awful.The unexpected death of a lifelong family friend in February left me and my family unable to listen to music for months. The realization that my third and final attempt of being in a romantic relationship where we live together had, once again, failed.
But then I went sailing in Mexico for two weeks as I do every year. When I came back I settled into my new apartment. Seriously bought new furniture, instead of weekends rummaging through Goodwill and yard sales. I got a power drill and actually HUNG stuff up. I cherished being able to watch whatever I wanted to on TV, eating whatever I wanted, and even staying in bed all day. If I wanted to. No more judgments or unwanted criticisms.
I really, really, really love living by myself. And what kills me is that I KNOW THAT. But I keep getting myself swept off my feet and convinced to move in with a boy in the hopes we can have a functional adult relationship. Yeah, right. I'm not that kind of girl, I KNOW THAT, and from here on out I will keep reminding myself of that everyday.
So about August, things started to get really fun for me. I went to Las Vegas with my slutty-only-when-on-vacation friend, and we got drunk every night and laid out by the pool every day.
September, I went vegetarian for this entire month in an attempt to detoxify after the summer's indulgence, but ended up with a sleeping disorder instead. I am now a proud Melatonin supplement advocate.
October, I was Lady Gaga and got drunk and had a sloppy makeout sesh at my friend's Halloween party.
November, I turned 29 (and my last living Grandparent died). I sold my car which I've had ever since I could drive, and didn't buy a new one. I now travel by foot or bicycle. I went out of town twice, and had a blast each time. A cabin in Strawberry with the Girls, and a wonderful weekend in San Diego with my Mom. I also helped cook absolutely everything we ate at Thanksgiving this year.
December, I actually bought and wrapped Christmas presents for everyone within the first two weeks of the month! Put up & decorated my very first 6ft tree of my very own.
Year end wrap-up;
Finding myself smiling everyday. Strange, but wonderful feeling.
So all in all, 2010 really helped me in a lot of ways to purge the last remnants of my youthful ignorance and finally drive home the fact that I'm an adult and happiness is MY choice. As for the future, I have no desire to get married or have children. I really like that I can pick up and move whenever and wherever I want to without having to consult with someone. And I might just do that someday, instead of continuing to talk about it.
The beginning of the year was awful.The unexpected death of a lifelong family friend in February left me and my family unable to listen to music for months. The realization that my third and final attempt of being in a romantic relationship where we live together had, once again, failed.
But then I went sailing in Mexico for two weeks as I do every year. When I came back I settled into my new apartment. Seriously bought new furniture, instead of weekends rummaging through Goodwill and yard sales. I got a power drill and actually HUNG stuff up. I cherished being able to watch whatever I wanted to on TV, eating whatever I wanted, and even staying in bed all day. If I wanted to. No more judgments or unwanted criticisms.
I really, really, really love living by myself. And what kills me is that I KNOW THAT. But I keep getting myself swept off my feet and convinced to move in with a boy in the hopes we can have a functional adult relationship. Yeah, right. I'm not that kind of girl, I KNOW THAT, and from here on out I will keep reminding myself of that everyday.
So about August, things started to get really fun for me. I went to Las Vegas with my slutty-only-when-on-vacation friend, and we got drunk every night and laid out by the pool every day.
September, I went vegetarian for this entire month in an attempt to detoxify after the summer's indulgence, but ended up with a sleeping disorder instead. I am now a proud Melatonin supplement advocate.
October, I was Lady Gaga and got drunk and had a sloppy makeout sesh at my friend's Halloween party.
November, I turned 29 (and my last living Grandparent died). I sold my car which I've had ever since I could drive, and didn't buy a new one. I now travel by foot or bicycle. I went out of town twice, and had a blast each time. A cabin in Strawberry with the Girls, and a wonderful weekend in San Diego with my Mom. I also helped cook absolutely...