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On New Year's Eve I was so happy 2007 was over I started sobbing. Did anything good happen last year at all -- letssee, I recall spending a lot of time in various hospitals, attending to both myself and my closest ones, but hey, noone died. What more can you ask for.
Besides, I already quit smoking and started exercising, so I'm all out of resolutions.
Status is as follows: I am one hundred percent unemployed. My boyfriend has got 6 months to go until he finishes college. We would want to move house, perhaps buying our first home. However, we have no idea where this whole settling business would take place (but I'm hoping that there will be picket fences). We're talking about getting married - we'll just have to try and figure out the what/where/when/who/logistics part and all that. To top it all off, we find ourselves talking about, well, multiplying. Having kids. No shit.
I have less plans than I've ever had at the beginning of a new year. Entering 2008, I don't have a clue where I'll be and what I'll be doing at the end of it. Knowing myself too well, the expected reaction to all this not knowing would be long, sleepless nights of tears and worrying.
But much to my amazement, that just doesn't seem to happen. Instead, I feel thrilled with excitement.
The near future is an open highway, I'm in full control at the wheel, sunglasses on, and the radio is playing all my favorite songs.
Two god damned thumbs way up for this year, folks. At least until proven different.
May it be a good one to you too.
Besides, I already quit smoking and started exercising, so I'm all out of resolutions.
Status is as follows: I am one hundred percent unemployed. My boyfriend has got 6 months to go until he finishes college. We would want to move house, perhaps buying our first home. However, we have no idea where this whole settling business would take place (but I'm hoping that there will be picket fences). We're talking about getting married - we'll just have to try and figure out the what/where/when/who/logistics part and all that. To top it all off, we find ourselves talking about, well, multiplying. Having kids. No shit.
I have less plans than I've ever had at the beginning of a new year. Entering 2008, I don't have a clue where I'll be and what I'll be doing at the end of it. Knowing myself too well, the expected reaction to all this not knowing would be long, sleepless nights of tears and worrying.
But much to my amazement, that just doesn't seem to happen. Instead, I feel thrilled with excitement.
The near future is an open highway, I'm in full control at the wheel, sunglasses on, and the radio is playing all my favorite songs.
Two god damned thumbs way up for this year, folks. At least until proven different.
May it be a good one to you too.