I would like to say that in 2014 I was too busy enjoying my crazy, awesome life to write blog posts or update my Twitter account, but that would be a lie. Last year was just a bad year, plain and simple. If it was a slightly less depressing version of Rent, the year would have been measured in loss, prayers, funerals, disappointments, tears, heartbreaks, mistakes, with no catchy tunes. It left me feeling completely uninspired and I found myself just waiting for it to pass, praying for a break in the new year.
Don’t get me wrong, there were some ups–or at least things that seemed like ups for a moment in time–but as a whole, for lack of a better term, it sucked. In the midst of it all, I cut myself off from a constant pleasure in my life, something that could have made me joyful through the misery–writing. If my goal is to process my experience of being a twenty-something in hopes that others can relate, then I failed. I failed because I know that this journey isn’t just about rejoicing in the good times, rather appreciating and learning from the bad and ugly as well. I want to be honest and vulnerable, and escape into my writing instead of from it.
To begin making up for lost time, let’s briefly recap five ups and downs of 2014 in no particular order.
Adventures in Online Dating
It’s like wanting something really badly, turning to your last resort and then having to hear yourself say, “I told you so.” Despite the weird interactions I had both online and in person, I don’t regret giving online dating a chance. Between the awkward messages, giving someone what I believe to be their first kiss, and being borderline stalked, at least I can say I tried it and it’s not for me. Thanks, Match.com, for six months worth of unforgettable stories to share with family and friends.
Loss of a few good men
Among the many losses last year was the death of my grandfather, Pop. He was a stand up, no bullshit, life loving, faith filled, adventure seeking, wise ass, all around wonderful guy. I think grandparents are one of the greatest gifts and I cherish every second I spent with him. It’s true what they say, they don’t make ‘em like they used to. If I ever find a guy half as good as him I’ll consider myself a lucky girl.
The Big Move
Yup, I did it. After 3+ years of being home with my parents after college, I finally made the plunge and moved out. Between free-loading, dinners and always coming home to people who genuinely cared about my day regardless of whether I wanted to talk about it or not, I know I had it good. But it was time to spread my wings, and fly I did. A whole 20 minutes away! I’m now living with two of my childhood friends in a Threes-Company-style house. So far I love every second of it, except for the bills. The honeymoon phase is in full swing.
A Night to Remember (or Regret)
Just a few weeks after my gynecologist inappropriately lectured me on how I should commit to becoming a born-again virgin, I did the thing I swore I’d never do–I went home with a guy I just met. It was straight out of a movie. Same table at the wedding reception, alcohol flowing, never heard from him again. To hear the full, laugh-out-loud, you-can’t-make-this-stuff-up version you’ll have to buy my memoir one day. For better or worse, it changed me.
When you feel completely out of control in every aspect of your life, you know you need a change and you’re not sure what, get a new job. I loved a lot of parts about my old job but there came a time when I just felt a readiness like I’ve never felt before. It was the first time in my professional life where I made the choice to move on and it was a difficult choice to make. Moving from a comfortable, well-adjusted position where I got to travel the world, to a 9-5 desk job is something I never saw myself doing. It was a rocky transition at first, but here I am three months later and I feel like I made the right decision.
More on these later, but now we’re about caught up.