The real reason why it's okay? Is because I made cashew brittle instead.īrittle is the world's easiest gift. Part of me thinks it's because I'm 30 now and I am actively learning to Just Let Some Things Go, but the other part of me knows that's total bollocks. So I didn't make apple butter or chutney or homemade Christmas cookies as I swore up and down (again) that I would. I got a new job, a challenging, interesting, fulfilling job I moved in with Ben, discovering that one can indeed grow more love in one's heart for a person at the same time as wanting to throw that person's every last pair of sneakers left haphazardly around the house entirely out the window I left Manhattan - my sacred space - for Queens, realizing only that I should have done the move sooner and I turned 30, with no gray hairs and plenty of laughs in sight. I didn't even realize how big 2007 was for me until the past few days. Yeah, sure, when January 3rd rolls around and you've worked off your hangover and you're back in your daily routine and the sky feels somewhat oppressively gray, you might think January is just as stinky as any year, but right now you're still thinking that January is 2008! And 2008 is something new! A clean slate! A fresh start! And that's pretty nifty. But you've also got a fair dose of excitement in you for what lies ahead. You start, inevitably, looking back over the year, over everything that happened or didn't happen to you. The end of December: it's artificial, in a way, but it really does feel like the end of something.
I've got a lot of numbers on my mind these days. Seven to Christmas, nine to when I get to Berlin, thirteen until 2008, and sixteen until I'm all the way back here again, sitting at my desk, waiting for Ben to come home. It'll be four days until I leave for Brussels.
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