It's February 14th and I'm feeling nostalgic.
Facebook is littered with sappy Valentine's pics and rants about being single but, to me, it's just another day. A day for doing laundry and watching movies, a day of yoga and painting my nails.
A day where I open timehop and see this...
...and I'm instantly transported back in my mind.
It shakes my grip on reality to realize that a year ago I was a nanny still and three sweet babies (mistakenly) called me "mama". I was potty training and carpooling and wiping snotty noses and running a household.
A lot has changed and it's time to find my footing again.
And that begins by catching you up on my year.
I...
- moved North, into my grandparent's house (next door to my parents).
- began working for my Dad.
- traveled from one side of the country to the other, putting my feet in both oceans in less than a month.
- visited New York City for the first time.
- skiied in the Rocky Mountains.
- tried stand-up paddleboard yoga and slacklining.
- caught a Cardinals game in St. Louis.
- discovered roller derby and burlesque.
- went gluten free.
- skinny dipped.
- got my nose pierced.
- went to RockFest.
- acted as Maid of Honor in the wedding of one of my southern lovelies.
- moved out of my grandparents' house and into one I now share with four other people.
- started working at Barnes & Noble, only to have the store close four months later.
- took a little sister to the Renaissance Festival for the first time.
- found out that I'm going to become an aunt in April.
- taught myself to knit and crochet.
- rung in 2015 with some of my boys.
- resolved to go on a date this year.
- picked up a new second job at a sandwich shop.
- volunteered as a ski instructor for people with disabilities.
- grabbed a set of scissors and cut off all of my hair.
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| Saw Aerosmith live at RockFest 2014 |
A lot has happened in the past year and I can't shake the feeling that it's changed me so very much. I feel a constant shifting of my being as I go about life, a hesitant grasping for stability and direction.
The person I was a year ago is dead. And they've been replaced by a stranger.
It's a peculiar feeling.
Happy Valentine's Day.
