bring it on 2013

I'm glad I'm not the only one who's not so sad to see 2012 go. The fact that I've waited a week to address the whole new year thing speaks to what kind of year it was, na'mean?

Don't get me wrong, there were many beautiful, memorable, hilarious moments. But, honestly, there were more "this will be a funny story later" moments. Like when I lived in a flea-infested house with roommates who let a pet bunny roam around the kitchen. Or had a random plumber leave his phone number on  my q-tip box while I was at work (I wish I could be kidding when I tell you that is the most exciting update on my love life). I accidentally drank an entire bottle of wine while watching The Devil Wears Prada because it felt so much like my real life. I reveled in living alone and all of the sudden it was three months later and I'd watched two shows' entire series on Netflix. Example B in "reveled in living alone:"I went through a brief phase of grocery lists consisting solely of cereal, bananas, and Ben & Jerry's (truly uncharacteristic of me). I locked myself out of my apartment on a Sunday in Alabama, which means even your landlord can't help ya out and locksmiths charge double because "it's the Day of Rest."

And yet, I managed to get a job that gave me the perfect excuse to move back to my homeland and just start over. Again. This time for good, though. I've never been more hopeful.