It’s December 31st, and I am in my pajamas in a recliner in my parents house. Dad just called my grandmother who, is ironically, not at home. I probably won’t be able to stay awake till midnight.
It is the end of the most perfectly, wonderful year for me, and it is with unabashed hope, that I, that we, begin a new one.
It is also going to be the end of this blog, as well.
I have loved writing. I’ve enjoyed the creative process of putting pen to paper the wildly fascinating details and stories that make up our lives. Because each one of us lives a wildly fascinating life.
And I’ve enjoyed writing to you. My supporters, and friends. And my mom.
I started this blog back in 2008 – and since then, we’ve traveled to Kenya and Spain and Colorado and Cambodia and Seattle. We’ve been to weddings together, and funerals together. We’ve exchanged music together. We’ve been through break-ups together. And we’ve, er, I’ve, grown up in these last 5 years, together.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. So, as we come to what some may say is “the end of an era”, and the end of 2013, I wish you more love and joy and happiness than you could ever imagine.