2012
Last night, I was speaking with my mother at the dining room table in the home where I grew up, and she said, 2012 has been a truly terrible year for many people. I'm glad it's almost over.
To which I replied, It absolutely has been. And I almost feel bad, because it was a pretty amazing year for me.
My mother then reminded me that my beloved Aunty Chris passed away in April (which feels like a lifetime ago), which was true. I miss her, and the light she brought to the world, so, so much.
And, while we didn't discuss it, I also had a borderline abusive relationship with my supervisor at my last internship of graduate school that made said last semester a living hell.
But I got through those things. I graduated with my MSW, with honors. I left a city I loved, the city where I truly grew up, and learned who I was on my own, as opposed to in relation to others, to move onto the next phase of my life. I'm living in Los Angeles, a city I once hated, before I realized that what I had hated was myself. I am near my family, and it's amazing to simply drive for an hour to be able to have dinner with them on a Sunday evening. And David and I are both employed at the same time for the first time since we started dating, which, dear lord, is amazing.
And this happened:
Because I always want to do this:
And he makes me feel like this:
And, in addition to this beauty, the Goddess of Volcanoes:
This past Sunday, David and I did what we've been talking about for almost three years and adopted this adorable piece of wiggletude:
Frida Kahlo, the World. The World, Frida Kahlo.
You can call her Frida.
While this year had been tough for many, and I haven't been excluded from that statistic, it's also been one of the best years of my life. I am so grateful for almost everything that has happened this year, as I feel like it's the beginning of a truly incredible next chapter of life.
To which I replied, It absolutely has been. And I almost feel bad, because it was a pretty amazing year for me.
My mother then reminded me that my beloved Aunty Chris passed away in April (which feels like a lifetime ago), which was true. I miss her, and the light she brought to the world, so, so much.
And, while we didn't discuss it, I also had a borderline abusive relationship with my supervisor at my last internship of graduate school that made said last semester a living hell.
But I got through those things. I graduated with my MSW, with honors. I left a city I loved, the city where I truly grew up, and learned who I was on my own, as opposed to in relation to others, to move onto the next phase of my life. I'm living in Los Angeles, a city I once hated, before I realized that what I had hated was myself. I am near my family, and it's amazing to simply drive for an hour to be able to have dinner with them on a Sunday evening. And David and I are both employed at the same time for the first time since we started dating, which, dear lord, is amazing.
And this happened:
Because I always want to do this:
And he makes me feel like this:
And, in addition to this beauty, the Goddess of Volcanoes:
This past Sunday, David and I did what we've been talking about for almost three years and adopted this adorable piece of wiggletude:
Frida Kahlo, the World. The World, Frida Kahlo.
You can call her Frida.
While this year had been tough for many, and I haven't been excluded from that statistic, it's also been one of the best years of my life. I am so grateful for almost everything that has happened this year, as I feel like it's the beginning of a truly incredible next chapter of life.