Good heavens, a lot happened this year!
My New Year's Resolution was to have an adventure every day, and I think I can safely say I accomplished that.
This was the one year I didn't really plan anything. There was no college degree to work on, I was out of debt by Februrary, I didn't actively search for a career. I really just wanted to have interesting things to write about.
I spent a week in Costa Rica, a long weekend in New York City, several weekends in San Francisco, two nights in Napa, a few days in Illinois, a night in Denver, one night in Redding (new personal record for least amount of time spent in my hometown for the year) and a few nights scattered throughout the year in Los Angeles.
I broke my foot, gained something ridiculous like 30 pounds, and did not smoke one cigarette (I quit August of last year after five years of a pack-a-day habit). My depression ebbed and flowed with how much I was reading and exercising.
I was awesomely popular, going out for drinks and dinners and brunches and house parties, just like a normal person (long-time readers will recall a time when I was not so socially inclined).
I stopped talking to my father.
I moved into my very first, very own apartment.
I went to the beach almost every day.
I annihilated all of my debt.
I started investing in the stock market.
I stayed staunchly single, dating very rarely and very carefully. I had my first regrettable one night stand with the bartender, made out with a 26 year old manboy, a 38 year old Costa Rican, and a 27 year old manic depressive, and went out with a 24 year old philosophy grad student.
Oh yeah, and I just turned 25.