It’s an appropriate, though arguably belated, time to reflect. Since I’m looking forward, I find myself also looking back, and I’m amazed at all that happened and that I accomplished this year.
Arguably the biggest thing that happened was that I went out of the country and traveled a little bit around Europe. While many people younger than I am have managed to travel the world, this was my first opportunity. I lived in London and took the train to Brighton and traipsed through over Cornwall, all in England. I saw Paris twice and Dijon once, and learned a few choice French phrases. Italy struck me in shades of gold, and I swooned in Venice and in Rome. And in effervescent Spain, I wandered in Seville, sunned in Barcelona, played in Toledo, melted in Madrid and danced in Alcala. It was an enchanting time.
This year, I also read Tolstoy’s Anna Karenin and about 20 other books, ranging from The Omnivore’s Dilemma to Mrs. Dalloway to All Over But the Shouting. I watched movies I’ve been meaning to and wrote, though not as much as I’d hoped creatively and more than I wanted to academically.
I also moved into my first big-girl house and had many dinner parties that I’ll remember forever. Floating gold candles and rustic soup and pumpkin carving and wine and lots-lots-lots of Miguel.
It was a year for falling in love and in fatuation; I think I’ve managed it fifteen times at least. But I’m getting smarter about it, it seems, and that’s the main thing. My friendships have all been strengthened, too. With dear friends, new and old, this year has been a loved one.
In this year, I know that I’m going to California, and I may decide to stay. Or I might make the jump to NYC, the mecca of the young. If I can, I’ll wind up back in London, but that’s a long shot, my dears. I’ll be the first in my family to graduate from University, and I’m pretty proud of that. After graduation, I’m off to another phase of this life. I have no idea yet what it will hold, but I reckon no one really knows anyway.
I know what I want to be, but I don’t know any better how to get there. As I said when I was a child, I want to be a traveling artist. And an explorer, an adventurer. I’m stepping out into the great wild, and taking it all one happy step at a time!
laissez les bon temps rouler,