Tuesday, January 4, 2011

2010 in Review: Is this real life?

I know I say this every year about this time, but 2010 was a fucking whirlwind. I knew 2009 was going to be pretty hard to beat what with the wedding and the honeymoon and all that, but MAN 2010 really shook things up. Like, really.

First and foremost, I started the year off with a bang by completely uprooting my life and moving from Philadelphia to a small fishing village in Massachusetts. And yes, I probably was drunk when I decided that might possibly be a good idea.

As a result of The Move, I was unemployed for what felt like a very, very long time.

But because of that, B and I got to gallivanting all over Europe and even dipped our toes in Africa. For free.

On a related note, I also spent the majority of the first six months of my newlywed life living with my in-laws. This also felt like a very long time. Hiya, Babs! Love ya!

And then not only was I constantly battling a vicious and never-ending case of homesickness, but I had, like, no friends. For what also felt like a very long time. This, I've come to discover, is simply because New Englanders are assholes. Luckily, since I am also an asshole, I've picked up a few very good friends along the way.

But then I got a job. Which I love. And with that, I voluntarily get up (almost) every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 4:30 a.m. to run with a group of homeless men and women, who I also love.

And then summer came -- for the love of gah FINALLY -- and I really hit my stride. I spent my weekends hanging out with friends on beaches and boats and docks and bars and pretty much operating like any other functioning alcoholic with a really nice tan.

B and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary. First, at the wedding of one of my best friends in the city where we were married ourselves, in Philadelphia, which I'm not going to say is vastly superior to Boston but I'm also not not going to say it either. And then we celebrated again together, in Provincetown.

All the while, I had been training my cute little behind off and ran my second marathon.

By then it had gotten really cold again. And for what felt like a while after the marathon but was actually only two weeks, I couldn't run. But now I'm better and I can run but it's so fucking cold that who the hell wants to even go outside? I guess I do because I'm still out there almost every morning. Like a fucking idiot.

Before I knew it, it was Christmas and now it's January and I've spent the past month vacillating between being euphoric and a miserable sack of snot because I miss my home and my family and can you even BELIEVE I've been up here in this frozen tundra for an entire fucking year? B thinks I have Season Affective Disorder but I told him I have Scituate Affective Disorder because Scituate is in the middle of fucking nowhere and I am 26 years old and want to enjoy my youth damnit! If I want to walk out of my house and get sushi at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday I should be able to do it! You can't even get pizza in Scituate after 9 p.m! On a Friday! I've tried!

Anyway. This post is not about that. This post is about this year. Or rather, last year. 2010 was a crazy year and I am certainly a lot crazier for it. Before we moved, I definitely had a slight flair for dramatics. These days, my crazy runs wide and it runs deep.

As such, my New Years resolution is to find my zen. I'm going to try to chill the fuck out a bit more. And hopefully stop punching B when I'm drunk. And also sober. And I'm going to try stop not saying but not not saying how much better Philly is than Boston. Or, at least, not say it less. Here's to hoping 2011 holds all the wonder we hope! And is slightly less punchy.


Erin Tagle said...

Your 2010 totally sounds like my 2009 ... I uprooted and moved from Dallas to a TINY town in south Texas called Alice, worked for (I was unemployed and we moved so my husband could take over his dad's biz) and lived with my in-laws for the first 6m of marriage .... zero friends .. we finally moved to a condo in Corpus (way bigger than Alice, but still NO Dallas), made friends and now have a baby.

I hope your 2011 is easy, smooth and for god's sake .... never live w/ the in-laws again. That's my motto.



Deidre said...

homesickness is a bitch isn't it? Here's to hoping you find your groove.

rory said...

Less punchy is good.
And homesickness wanes, before you know it, you'll have a Boston accent and Philly will be a dim memory.
Happy New Year!

Bridget said...

Say it again and I'll punch you, Rory.

I will never let go of my Philly accent! Though it hardly matters because everyone up here assumes I'm from Brooklyn. Assholes.


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