Day Twenty Four

Write about a year ago

This time last year, I was fussing over how to pack my life into a bunch of boxes and get it all home to Taos for the summer. This year, I’m still worrying about the packing, but I’m much more concerned with other things. I actually had a final project to do, which nearly didn’t get finished, and a number of other small but significant problems that all lead up to me wanting very much to beat my head against a solid surface until I pass out. Such life, I suppose.

This time last year, I was single but flirting with a handsome fire fighter who eventually became my boyfriend. I had several delightful prospects, in case he turned out to be a jerk. This year, I’m single, having broken up with said fire fighter who turned out to be….a jerk. No real prospects this time, though I’m trying to shake a computer nerd of the worst kind and am looking forward to a summer of pretty young men coming into the airport. This time I can flirt all I want and not feel the least bit guilty about it.

This time last year I was still getting used to the idea of self-medicating. The only times I had willingly done so were when I sprained my ankle and when I had a cold that happily knocked me flat on my back without a warning. This year, allergies, and a plague of headaches that won’t leave me alone have made being wishy-washy about medication a bad idea, though I’m seeking other solutions to my problems.

This time last year, I was coping with a roommate who had just come back from a week spent in a state detention facility for unknown reasons. I was the reason her parents found out she was there, and I’m fairly sure she was not at all pleased with me. On the other hand, her father was so thankful he laid a blessing over my side of the room, eagle feather and all. This year, I have enjoyed a semester without a roommate. No idea why she decided to leave, but I was never given a new roomie. I’m spoiled, for sure, but I don’t mind having a new roommate next fall. I only hope that she is: not a drug addict, not a noisy drunk, not a spoiled brat, not a snob, somewhat social, and not a total slob. I don’t think I’m asking for all that much. Plenty of dorm residents wish for a roommate who fits a long list of requirements that goes all the way down to favorite colors. I just want someone who will live in the same space with me and not drive me absolutely up the wall. Defined personal space and the occasional hello will do fine for me, thanks.

This time last year, I was dreading the long working hours I was going to have to put in, and also dreading the separation from friends. This year, I’m aiming for even longer hours, but plan to call, email, and visit friends whenever possible. I have a workout buddy lined up, dance lessons with the same buddy, and a hopeful visit from school friends in my future. 

I think it’s safe to say that I’m in much better shape this year than I was at this time last year.