In January I moved uptown. I met a boy who led me on for three months and a boy I would fall in love with. I watched as the first layoffs left the law firm.
In February I got a $1000 tax refund. I spent Valentine’s Day with The Musician, my 24th birthday with friends, and danced with my crush at a club. At work I got a near perfect performance review.
In March I mourned the anniversary of a friend’s suicide, introduced Texas Lexi to Charlotte, and met Crystal Dempsey (who has been perhaps the biggest promoter of my writing and a true blessing to know).
In April I ditched The Musician, celebrated surviving the year after ending my engagement, and learned that I was considered in the law firm’s latest round of layoffs.
In May I went to the BoB awards, started dating my crush and current boyfriend, adopted Rasputin, lost my second job, and quit blogging after a prominent partner at my law firm followed me on twitter (now you know the true story).
In June I drank gin drinks and hung out at the pool, grew increasingly stressed and dissatisfied at work, attempted to play tennis, and went to a Summer’s Eve party.
In July I traveled to Brazil and Atlanta, reunited with some old friends, and lost my best friend to Boone. My health hit a low point and I took some time off of work.
In August I went home to Pittsburgh, rode the coasters at Kennywood and visited my sister in Houston for the first time. Also for the first time, I realized that my life uptown had an expiration date.
In September I finally started to feel like myself again. I spent Labor Day weekend with my best friends from college and planned my comeback. I applied to grad school.
In October I brought back KUWTB, got the flu, stopped by barcamp, and waited. I was encourage to apply for a promotion at work and was rejected via automated email.
In November I learned I was accepted to grad school, coined the term “Disco Chicken”, lunched with two Observerites, and spent my first Thanksgiving in Charlotte.
In December I finished something I started a long time ago, but because of that I missed out on a great opportunity. I lost my law firm job, moved out of uptown, and for the first time in many months, felt like I was where I was supposed to be.
I feel fortunate for all the losses of 2009. This year I’m only unpacking the boxes worth keeping.
that’s real.
That’s a really smart way to look at what sounds like quite an … interesting year. Keep smiling! Sounds like you’re headed down the right path!!
I’d lick this, but I’m not a Charlottan
I started reading you after you came back in October, and I’m glad you returned. “Disco Chicken” will live as long as there are mirror-ball fowl perched in on Tryon Street.