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I feel like New Year's Eve is almost always tied to disappointment for me. I always build it up only to be let down. The earliest New Year's Eve I can remember however is spending the night at my grandmother's house. It must've been a weekend. On a subconcious level I wonder if my grandmother is the reason I love TV so much, because I associate it with such strong positive memories of time spent with her.
Anyway, there are plenty of other years where I spent the holiday alone. Or the year I spent it with a bunch of my EHA friends, which was fun, until I sprained my ankle attempting to frolic outside and got sick chugging a 2 Liter bottle of soda. Not my brightest of moments. I miss those times though, being surrounded by friends and laughter. Next I remember a random New Year's with Bill, where he lied to his friends, we went to Su Casa for dinner, I wore some ridiculous outfit that I thought was dressy and nice and I'm pretty sure we just stayed in. Then there's the year I met Jim, New Year's Eve 2006. I stayed home alone from what I recall, but I really wish I could've spent the holiday with him. At some point in the past 6 years I spent the holiday with friends at UConn, and one year cooked dinner with Dan and stayed in. Last year I ditched my friends to go to Mohegan with Jim, Matt, and Ingrid. It was fun in some ways, but overall a major disappointment. This year I'm not giving myself any expectations. Board games, drinking, good friends staying in. Sounds like the kind of night I really need.
As usual I am grateful for a fresh start. I need it desperately and 2011 wasn't the best of years for me. Definitely a bit of a rollercoaster. I've spent the past few days purging my room, car, and computer. Letting go of things, decluttering. Preparing. I've been eating like crap though and I'm definitely paying for it in more ways than one.
Anyway, there are plenty of other years where I spent the holiday alone. Or the year I spent it with a bunch of my EHA friends, which was fun, until I sprained my ankle attempting to frolic outside and got sick chugging a 2 Liter bottle of soda. Not my brightest of moments. I miss those times though, being surrounded by friends and laughter. Next I remember a random New Year's with Bill, where he lied to his friends, we went to Su Casa for dinner, I wore some ridiculous outfit that I thought was dressy and nice and I'm pretty sure we just stayed in. Then there's the year I met Jim, New Year's Eve 2006. I stayed home alone from what I recall, but I really wish I could've spent the holiday with him. At some point in the past 6 years I spent the holiday with friends at UConn, and one year cooked dinner with Dan and stayed in. Last year I ditched my friends to go to Mohegan with Jim, Matt, and Ingrid. It was fun in some ways, but overall a major disappointment. This year I'm not giving myself any expectations. Board games, drinking, good friends staying in. Sounds like the kind of night I really need.
As usual I am grateful for a fresh start. I need it desperately and 2011 wasn't the best of years for me. Definitely a bit of a rollercoaster. I've spent the past few days purging my room, car, and computer. Letting go of things, decluttering. Preparing. I've been eating like crap though and I'm definitely paying for it in more ways than one.