Last New Year’s, I bundled myself up and drove north from Timonium, and utilized back roads to cut across the Loch Raven Reservoir and celebrate the New Year with some formerly lost friends in White Marsh. Even though I didn’t know many people there, it was nice to reconnect. I had a shitty job — I was delivering pizzas at two different places — and my job search was pretty fruitless.
So it’s a year later, and I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. I found a great, well paying full time Office job, and a cool part-time job with great benefits for voracious readers like myself. For the first time in my life, I moved into a city — Washington, DC. I was able to get rid of my car, and my cats are both alive and in great shape: Tippy’s staring out the window restlessly, Guy is cleaning himself in the foyer.
For the first time in my life, I’ve actually been able to grow a beard. Nothing’s perfect: I’m still single. That may never change, I may in fact be a confirmed bachelor. But maybe tomorrow I’ll meet my soul mate. A coworker (who I had lunch with twice this week, actually) told me I looked like I’ve been losing weight, and she is, by the way, smoking gorgeous. Sadly, I’m far too clueless to know if she’s trying to get me to ask her out (because I’m clueless).
I didn’t actually write any sort of a “Where Will I Be Next Year?” post, possibly because I was a little depressed and generally bummed out.
Where do I see myself in a year? Still in this apartment, possibly with an additional bookshelf or two (where I put them is anyone’s guess). The job front is uncertain — I really have no idea what’s going on with the part time gig, but I do need to start making some serious decisions regarding those options. Maybe I’ll be involved with someone, I won’t be. Hopefully I’ll have some money in my savings account, and food in the pantry. I can make one fairly reasonable prediction: I’ll probably still be blogging (although perhaps on a new computer).
Tonight I’m taking it easy. Being broke made this an easy decision. I’ve got beer in the fridge, and hot dogs, chili, and cheese for dinner, unopened Netflix envelopes stacked next to the TV for entertainment and an overwhelmed basket of laundry to occupy my waking hours in the morning. I might go up to the roof at midnight to see if there are fireworks (and I might not).
This is, I think, the most beautiful version of Auld Lang Syne I’ve ever heard. It’s somber, reflective, optimistic. Happy New Year. (Even if it has been postponed!)