Okay, I’ll skip the usual “I can’t believe I’m writing a blog… How egotistical of me!” hemming and hawing and just get right to it. 2011 kicked my ass. Bad stuff, one Very Bad Thing in particular, and I found myself at the end of the year with this certainty in my gut: I can’t be where I am today in one year. Not even in one month. So I went to a therapist (for the sake of my mom’s sanity) and My Therapist agreed: you can’t be where you are today one year from now. And that was that. Goodbye, job. Goodbye, apartment. Goodbye, New York City. Hello, _____.
Of course, a lot more went into it then that, but the farther away I get from the decision, the less all-consuming it feels. It used to be pages and pages, and now it’s one paragraph. So what’s the point of this blog then, One might ask. Good question, One. I think the point is: I need something to focus on besides walking Hampton (more on him later), the A Song of Ice and Fire series (seriously, George RR Martin, the Red Wedding? Are you f’in kidding me?), and swimming laps with the retirees at the YMCA. But, more than that, I want to stretch my writing muscles and I’ve found that postcards and birthday cards aren’t cutting it. And so, here I go.
January through April 2012.
Okay, I’m going to summarize the first few months since I didn’t manage to get this blog off the ground until now and it’s been ages since I actually talked to many of you. Which means, many of you may be asking “How were your exciting travels to India and Southeast Asia?” They haven’t happened, yet. To be honest, I was just too tired. I could have done it — India, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand — but what I really wanted to do, especially after the big move in January when I cleaned out my Brooklyn apartment and packed up all of my remaining possessions and shipped 23 boxes to Florida before driving the rest myself in my lovely new car, was sleep. A lot. And then I found that I wanted to see Jen and John in South Florida, and spend time at the beach by myself, and start running again, and join the YMCA, and have lunch with my mom at the place she calls “the lady place” because they serve a daily quiche special, and hang out with my brother and his family, and spoil Hampton, and balance my checkbook, and spread my dad’s ashes on a snowy hilltop in California, and see my family in California, and drive to New Orleans and Austin with my baby niece (who’s not a baby at all), and run some more, and swim some more. And sleep.
So that’s what I’ve been doing. And I don’t regret it a bit. 2011 kicked my ass, but it also taught me that you have to spend time with the people you love as much and as well as you can. I’m glad I’ve been doing some of that this year. Mrs. Johnny Rocket is definitely getting tired of me asking her if she ate her breakfast yet and prodding her to go to the pool and pet Hampton and drink water and maybe watch a smidge less TV, but I also think she’s happy to have me around. And I’m happy to be around.