2013 began with me returning back to Baltimore to finish my last semester of college. It began with me losing a friend. It began with me celebrating a marriage between two friends the very next day. Then my football team won the Super Bowl. I turned 22, spending most of the night drunkenly sticking up for loved ones who didn’t deserve to be treated like that. And I found out I was going to be an aunt. And I graduated from college. And I felt aimless.
I went on my first cruise. I drank champagne on our balcony while the people on shore waved & wished us a bon voyage, just like in the movies. I kissed a seal & drank pina coladas on the beach. And then we went to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and drank way too many butter beers.
I worked. I discovered what I was good at, & I found out what I really sucked at. I built something from the ground up, & I felt accomplished. And in the mix, football season started. We were reunited with our purple, plastic, best-in-the-stadium seats.
I visited my family. I hung out with my baby sister, who is growing up way too fast. I spent time with my mom, who I can tell I’m turning into. We drove to Oklahoma. I gossiped and laughed all night with my pregnant sister. A few days later, I met my niece.
I put myself out there. I strengthened relationships. I (tried) mending broken ones. I reconnected with people I never thought I’d see again. I actually made plans with people without my boyfriend. And I was stood up. And it was embarrassing.
This year was all over the place. Was it a good year? Yes. Was it a bad year? Also, yes. I’m satisfied with the year but can’t wait to start a new one.
Here’s to 2014!