It's a new year, officially 2k9 which is how I'll refer to it from here on out. I love the K, after all. Self love, it's the most reliable thing.
It's January 1, nothing big there other than that it represents a turn of the calendar, not just the clock. It's been a low-key 2k9 so far, too. I woke up at the butt creek of dawn thanks to a gassy dog from here on out to be referred to as Farter McPants and took that little bastard for a walk to see if we could evacuate whatever it was that was causing him to make my house smell like a paper mill. No such luck. He was gassy and that was all there was to it. We had a good start, though, to the new year. It was crisp and neither of us were hungover which is always a good way to start the New Year. Normally I wouldn't be awake before 8 or 9 on the New Year and I usually wouldn't be too happy about being awake, but today was different.
2008 was a traumatic year for me. Well, traumatic might be a stretch but I went through a lot of shit. I got divorced, was in a play (scantily clad, too, which made me uncomfortable), continued in Grad School, worked full time, changed careers from a great non-profit to a fantastic international for-profit company, relocated to another time-zone, began traveling at least 2 or 2.5 weeks a month for the new job, and have spent a month now living out of a duffel bag and a suit case.
All in all, I think December was the culmination of a LOT for me - living sparsely, like a monk, without the creature comforts home should normally provide, have made me think, "Shite, I really don't want to live without those creature comforts!" What creature comforts? So glad you asked. I don't have many of my clothes, all of my furniture is in mini-storage, none of my kitchen ware (silverware is a very important part of life, I've learned only after NOT having it), consistently working heat in a house, a toaster oven, my coffee maker, and last but not least a personal internet connection. I've been floating between coffee shops and friends' houses for reliable internet connections since December 1 when I wasn't traveling for work. It's been a little stressful and not as freeing as I thought it would be.
I like to think I'm stoic and independent and willing to endure most things. A friend recently pointed out that I seem to find challenges for myself more for sport and to maintain interest in moving forward than for anything else. I guess I do. At the end of this month, though, I'm going to be really happy to be in a place I can call "home" that has at least some of those creature comforts. Internet, a bed, kitchen appliances, and reliable heat and airconditioning.
I'll also never again buy a 100 year old house. This thing is problematic in the winter.
Cool Christmas presents:
From Zack:
From Gina (it's a real ghost meter and that's Gina, cutie):
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