A year ago today my life was rather different. I remember sitting on my bed curled up with Carter as we were watching the season 3 finale of Downton Abbey, and anxiously awaiting the arrival of a girl I considered to be one of my dearest friends. She arrived shortly before the shockingly disturbing finale–which made it easier because there are certain things one should never watch alone. Later that evening we met the guy I was dating at the time for dinner and drinks with his delightful siblings. The evening passed in a chaotic whirlwind of driving around Jacksonville searching for new adventures. We rang in the new year with fireworks and I remember thinking what a crazy way to start/end a year!
Today, neither the guy nor the friend and I are in touch any longer. Time changes much. I am celebrating the new year with a glass of wine and a great book–You’re Never Weird on the Internet by Felicia Day–in the comfort of my Boston apartment.
And I solidly think that I am a happier person.
Perhaps not circumstantially. Spending the holidays alone in a city where you don’t really know anyone can weigh on one’s spirits and there’s no denying that the past few months have been some of the most tumultuous of my life. I have lost friends through both distance and death. I have moved away from everything that I knew to a place where I felt as though I was fighting to stay afloat. For the first time in my life I truly felt as though I was failing at everything and then something incredible happened…