5...4...3...2...1!
After more glum days than I even want to think about, I'm starting to get excited about 2005.
This year, everything is in flux. I'm back in my new/old home in East Jesus, I don't have a job, (let alone a career, or the inspiration for one.) I've cashed out my retirement plan and am burning through money like there's no tomorrow. This country/administration has disappointed me in ways I can't even begin to tally. My dearest friends in life are halfway across the country. Relationships I've begun have drifted off into the ether. Space Kitten is finding her own path with all the pitfalls that being young, uninsured, and without transportation entail.
So why the hell do I feel good about the New Year? I don't know - there's just something so symbolic about starting fresh - I get the chance to figure out who I am, what I want, and how I'm going to go about getting it. And that's a pretty good place to be on the threshold of 2005.
