2011, you've been a weird year. i don't really know how to classify you. i didn't love you, but then again, i didn't hate you either. early in the year you weighed me down with the stress of graduating then shoved me into a new chapter, one that wasn't quite written out yet. i had a million and one plans and ideas. the only serious one was a passionate affair with cooking school but once i realized that my pursuit of songwriting {i mean, that's what the degree's in...} would be severely compromised with this career paying the bills i stood down. i needed to drift around for a few months, much to the nervousness of my family. i needed time to sort out the pieces and start putting them together. i didn't want to rush, make a mistake and have to start over. i wanted to do it right the first time. finally 2011 gave me the right opportunity in december. this job seems like the perfect compliment to my other goals and is something i'm hardwired for. i begin next week, it's an internship, but it's a start.
2011, you were kind of extreme, but at least, you gave me some crazy highs... like the last night of coachella when i was so tired by kanye's set that i couldn't stand. there's something romantic about exhaustion that's caused by fun... a birthday in vegas with my favorite people. laughing at the amazing amount girls wandering the strip in dresses that are unflatteringly tight... telling someone i love you and knowing, for a fact, that i meant it was rather nice, but knowing that they felt the same way was even better... skinny dipping in the summer drunk on wine and friends, lots of concerts, a few new cousins, short sweet vacations, some really lovely things. 2011, you weren't always so easy on me, but i don't want to dwell on some the trials you put me through because i am happy where i am, right this moment, and i couldn't be here without this past year.
