I have a confession to make. I hated 2009. The year was a mesh of turbulence, stress and internal agony. The year through I felt as if I was consistently coming up with the short end of the stick. Don’t get me wrong I pushed forward like a bull demanding respect, refusing to fall into the stagnant patterns tearing away at my consciousness, but the grueling battle was all up hill. Far from what I had imagined when I made the decision to move back to the US in spring 2008. [...]
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She moved in a week early and once the last of her bags were dumped off at my apartment by the friend who was happy to get rid of her, she insisted on repainting the bedroom and began moving my personal things around the apartment as it suited her. I moved my things back. There are three shelves, three people live here, everyone get’s one shelf. Why is there an issue? [...] More snow than we’ve seen in the past 75 years, headed our way, the news reporters scream over the television. An anxious anticipation spreads throughout the city. Grocery stores are packed with city dwellers preparing for the natural event. I even thought twice about not going to a friends going away party Saturday night for fear of being caught out in the flurry of large white snow flakes sure to bring the city to its knees right before my eyes. But as the party ensued that night, nothing. When the last of the party goers rolled out of the restaurant at three in the morning there was barely a flake in the sky. [...] |
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