So it’s almost 2013! Does that mean it’s going to be an unlucky year? It best not be.
I swear, when I moved back to Bloomington, I honestly didn’t think it would be this hard to leave again, even for a little bit. Holidays equal family and going back to my parents’ house among all the nostalgia and the reveling in how old I am now, but even a couple of days after I left, I was pining for home, like real home. That feels damn good to say.
However, among all the talking about events past and things that shaped our lives since we’ve seen certain relatives, I’m thinking now that it’s been almost 2 years since I left for Florence. I’m constantly reminded of that trip (mostly in food and wine type items), but I don’t think there’s ever been a day since I got back that I haven’t wanted to be right back there, in among the beautiful buildings and the history, the pretty people, the unbelievably amazing food, the scenery, the nature, the art, the music, the friendships I made there, and the adventures around every corner. I learned so much about myself on that trip, and a lot of it still sticks with me today, which I just love. Europe, I’m coming back for you, don’t you worry. I gotta tackle the UK first, though!
2013, even if you are superstitionally unlucky, you’re gonna be boss. I can just tell. I got peeps on my side.
Basically sums up Christmas. Best yet.
I can’t believe how happy I’ve been the past couple of days. My more than wonderful boyfriend Daniel and his brother Jonny came home with me for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and I swear I was in a state of bliss almost the whole time. I’m so so so unbelievably lucky to be in love with a man who fits into the craziness of my family, sings with me, has dorky fun with me, and loves me so much right back. It’s something I never want to lose.