2007: The Wrap Up (inspired by Lukus) EDIT v.2
I started the new semester still getting over the confusing and unsatisfying relationship with Dave Brown. I started writing again for a science fiction writing course, and it felt good to get my ideas on paper. I threw myself into writing and felt alive again. I had never known I was dead.
February was cold, and I remember traipsing back and forth from North in the snow. I started seeing Jay in my first commitment-less relationship. I spent too much time being afraid I was going to regret it to enjoy it.
I remember March as having the best St. Patrick’s Day of my life. Green beer, green tattoos, Irish music, it was amazing. I spent it with most of my best friends. How I miss the randomness of the parties of last year. That was also the month I discovered that Dave had been cheating on me the entire time we were dating, and I responded by punching him in the face.
April sparked the beginning of confusion. I started to realize I was completely over what Dave had done to me, and I was over being fucked up because of it. I started to let myself get to know the people in my life again. I started trusting again. April also sparked (no pun intended) the best 420 of my life. The people I spent it with, the random fucking places I ended up, it was a good day for me. I was so incredibly happy, and it wasn't just the drugs.
Jay and I ended our pseudo-relationship in May as school let out. I returned home for the rest of the month preparing for my trip to Cape Cod for the summer. My sister (miraculously) graduated from high school and was enrolling in college. She was a grown up.
The first month in Cape Cod was ridiculous. Trying to find a decent job was constantly being thwarted. I worked for Environment Massachusetts for a while. Trying to guilt money out of upper-middle class suburbanites at their summer homes wasn’t easy. Nor was walking five miles a day making seven bucks an hour. I quit after a few days, realizing that I wasn’t helping the environment as much as I was helping bureaucratic pocketbooks. I ended up working at a grocery store and a liquor store by the end of the month.
July marked the incredible friendships I formed with Joel and Curtis. Those people mean so much to me, and the nights we spent together are some of my favorite memories. I know I’m not old, but hanging out with them made me feel young again. Like I wasn’t burdened with the memories of 18-22, but I was fresh out of high school again.
In August Sarah and I got close with Kat. It's completely random the meet someone several state away who walked the places you walked when you were walking them. She had lived really close to Columbus, and we shared and commiserated over the constant pull that city has on us. Uncle Kevin, Kristy, Joel, Curtis, Sarah and I all knew it was winding down in August. Spending the week on the lake with my friends was like being revitalized by nature. We became closer in that week than we had in the entire summer. Those are some of my fondest memories-not just of the summer, but of my life.
September brought the revelation of how alone I was. Nearly everyone I had been close to had graduated. I clung to the people who were left, in such a way that we can only describe it as clinging. But I bounced back and made some of the greatest friendships of my life. I had to try being friends with Jay again, which one could see as going really well or really badly.
October was a tumultuous month. I don’t have many memories of that month that weren’t in The Floating World, James’s hookah room. To call it a second home would not be giving it enough credit. The month ended with a surprising and amazing visit from Ed and Eric for the first time in months. Their presence made me miss everything I had last year and cherish everything I have now.
It hurts to remember the past month. I was miserable for most of it. That’s so Heather though, falling in love with the wrong person. Recent events make me think perhaps he wasn’t the wrong person, but we’re not together so it doesn’t matter. Experiencing love and losing it so quickly took me to a new level of emo.
It is five days into the last month of the year, and I guess I’m just hoping for a less fucked up 2008. Things have revealed themselves to not be what they seem, but who knows if that’ll matter much in the long run. I hope getting over my pathetic excuse for a relationship from 2007 will not go as badly as my attempt to get over the pathetic excuse for a relationship from 2006
February was cold, and I remember traipsing back and forth from North in the snow. I started seeing Jay in my first commitment-less relationship. I spent too much time being afraid I was going to regret it to enjoy it.
I remember March as having the best St. Patrick’s Day of my life. Green beer, green tattoos, Irish music, it was amazing. I spent it with most of my best friends. How I miss the randomness of the parties of last year. That was also the month I discovered that Dave had been cheating on me the entire time we were dating, and I responded by punching him in the face.
April sparked the beginning of confusion. I started to realize I was completely over what Dave had done to me, and I was over being fucked up because of it. I started to let myself get to know the people in my life again. I started trusting again. April also sparked (no pun intended) the best 420 of my life. The people I spent it with, the random fucking places I ended up, it was a good day for me. I was so incredibly happy, and it wasn't just the drugs.
Jay and I ended our pseudo-relationship in May as school let out. I returned home for the rest of the month preparing for my trip to Cape Cod for the summer. My sister (miraculously) graduated from high school and was enrolling in college. She was a grown up.
The first month in Cape Cod was ridiculous. Trying to find a decent job was constantly being thwarted. I worked for Environment Massachusetts for a while. Trying to guilt money out of upper-middle class suburbanites at their summer homes wasn’t easy. Nor was walking five miles a day making seven bucks an hour. I quit after a few days, realizing that I wasn’t helping the environment as much as I was helping bureaucratic pocketbooks. I ended up working at a grocery store and a liquor store by the end of the month.
July marked the incredible friendships I formed with Joel and Curtis. Those people mean so much to me, and the nights we spent together are some of my favorite memories. I know I’m not old, but hanging out with them made me feel young again. Like I wasn’t burdened with the memories of 18-22, but I was fresh out of high school again.
In August Sarah and I got close with Kat. It's completely random the meet someone several state away who walked the places you walked when you were walking them. She had lived really close to Columbus, and we shared and commiserated over the constant pull that city has on us. Uncle Kevin, Kristy, Joel, Curtis, Sarah and I all knew it was winding down in August. Spending the week on the lake with my friends was like being revitalized by nature. We became closer in that week than we had in the entire summer. Those are some of my fondest memories-not just of the summer, but of my life.
September brought the revelation of how alone I was. Nearly everyone I had been close to had graduated. I clung to the people who were left, in such a way that we can only describe it as clinging. But I bounced back and made some of the greatest friendships of my life. I had to try being friends with Jay again, which one could see as going really well or really badly.
October was a tumultuous month. I don’t have many memories of that month that weren’t in The Floating World, James’s hookah room. To call it a second home would not be giving it enough credit. The month ended with a surprising and amazing visit from Ed and Eric for the first time in months. Their presence made me miss everything I had last year and cherish everything I have now.
It hurts to remember the past month. I was miserable for most of it. That’s so Heather though, falling in love with the wrong person. Recent events make me think perhaps he wasn’t the wrong person, but we’re not together so it doesn’t matter. Experiencing love and losing it so quickly took me to a new level of emo.
It is five days into the last month of the year, and I guess I’m just hoping for a less fucked up 2008. Things have revealed themselves to not be what they seem, but who knows if that’ll matter much in the long run. I hope getting over my pathetic excuse for a relationship from 2007 will not go as badly as my attempt to get over the pathetic excuse for a relationship from 2006