In February I got a $1000 tax refund. I spent Valentine’s Day with The Musician, my 24^th 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.