"My friends, my dear friends, and lovers, oh, my lovers"
Man I missing writing.
I don't know why I stop and start, and then pick it back up for a little while, and stop again. I'm just inconsistent, I guess. Which isn't really a good thing, but hey, at least I'm honest.
I do miss it, though. I miss splurging my inner thoughts all over the World Wide Web for the occasional stranger to stumble upon and maybe take three spare minutes to quickly scan over my random words. My only hope is that maybe one or two of my random words will resonate in some way shape or form, and mean something. Even if it's a small little something.
We're deep into January 2012, and I gotta say, I feel like this year is gonna be good. I may even go as far to say great. I mean, I don't want to jinx anything, but so far my year is already booked up with some pretty awesome things going down. The first half of the year is pretty much saving money, and thawing out from this mild winter that has barely touched DC (no complaints here, either!). Once summer is finally underway, this June (should everything continue to go as planned), I'll be making my first move into my new apartment. Oh yeah! And here's the kicker: WITH MY BOYFRIEND. That's right. I'm moving in with my boyfriend. This June. June of 2012. Moving in. With my boyfriend. So it'll be our apartment. Our place. Together.
It's a pretty big deal (even though I'm totally cool and acting like it's not a big deal, because it's only a big deal if you make it out to be a big deal). Since it's a big deal that's not a big deal, the first half of this year will also be spent sifting through the many, many things in my room that has been accumulating since 2003. Well, really, since second grade, because I still have crap that I've saved since my second year in elementary school. Still. It all travels with me.
It's about time that I purge all of my random trinkets, though, and go through what I essentially NEED (i.e. bed, bookshelves, duvets), and decide on what I WANT (i.e. sombraro, Cosmo magazine collection, notes from high school hiding underneath my bed). I feel like if I don't get rid of at least half of it, I'll end up on that Extreme Clutter show. It's not pretty.
The second half of the year will hopefully be bringing me back to London for a short visit. I'm saving, saving, saving, so I can blow all of my hard earned money on two beautiful weeks back in the city I have a not-so-secret love affair with. It'll be worth every single penny just so I'm able to see my friends, lay in my parks, ride my buses, and eat at my favorite restaurants. For two short weeks I'll regain my awkward English accent, and walk down my streets of Memory Lane. It's always a bittersweet pleasure for myself, and this time round I'll be sharing it all with my dear, sweet Jeremy, who has only heard the tales I retell over and over for him.
I can hardly wait.
In between days, it'll just be me counting down 2012. Waiting, and hopefully writing more. It's not a resolution of mine (I don't believe in starting over each year), but it is something I'd like to do more of. God knows I spend enough time faffing around on the internet watching stupid videos. It wouldn't kill me to come visit My Mumbling Thoughts more, and exercise my ability to string together coherent sentences.