Given that I spent 8.5 months not driving, it seems completely wrong to complain that I get to start driving again JUST IN TIME for there to be snow and ice to clean off my car and slippery roads to contend with. So I’m not complaining, I’m merely observing the timing.

I can’t believe it is December and that it is almost 2010. I know I say that every year. In some ways this is the opposite of 2007. In 2007, a lot of objectively good things happened. I finished my MA program early, like I had wanted to, I moved back to NYC, like I had wanted to, I got The-Job-That-Wasn’t, like I wanted to. And I was miserable, and it was a horrible year. This year some bad things have happened, and I have been cooped up in my parent’s house for most of it. Objectively, it’s been static. I’m no closer to a social life or a love life than I was at this time last year.

And while I wouldn’t call it a “good” year, it’s been a better year. Better than 2007 or 2008, certainly, which were the worst of years.  So that is certainly something.