If you asked me to sum up 2011 in one word, I’d say, “meh.”
2011 was neither good nor bad. Or rather, maybe, it was good and bad. The year came with its fair share of job rejections, and therefore all the insecurities that come with job hunting. I returned to a retail job I thought was far behind me as a college graduate. Stressful life reassessments were undertaken and more anxiety attacks had than I’d care to admit publicly. My baby sister moved away to New York City. Other friends moved elsewhere across the country. And romance was put on hold while I worked 60-hour weeks trying (and pretty much failing) to make ends meet.
But the good times shared with loved ones made all the crapy times seem less so. I visited my sister in New York City and finally ate at Momofuku. New friendships were formed and old ones strengthened. I survived an apocalyptic snow storm with hot toddies and old school Nintendo, moved to a new apartment and heard my voice on public radio. I went to my first Bears, Bulls and Cubs game (two Cubs games, actually. They lost both). And I think I finally came to realize how truly lucky I am to have the people in my life that I do.
So, here’s hoping 2012 brings a little more good luck, and that I can share it with the same people who made 2011 worthwhile.
