And it got me thinking. Every year has brought about so much change, I never could have predicted where I'd be the year prior.
August 2007 - Kyle and I were dating, long-distance. I went to visit and meet his parents for the first time.
August 2008 - We moved down here to Arizona and got our first apartment together. Neither of us had even been to the state.
August 2009 - He deployed to Afghanistan during my first week of school. I didn't know how to process any of it, because we had less than one week's notice.
August 2010 - We were having horrible difficulties readjusting to him being home, and fought like cats & dogs. I kicked him out of the house a month later.
August 2011 - I came home from Europe a huge cow - a trip I had planned because we broke up a few months prior. He came over the night after I got home with dinner and a few bottles of wine, and got so drunk he slept in the tub.
August 2012 - We got back together again after one fantastic night of stir-fry and sex, because we both felt like we were coming home.
Right now, I'm working a job I mostly hate, making dirt. In one year, I hope to:
- have completed my 101 list,
- own land,
- be self-employed - or at least minimally employed by my current employer, and
- just generally be more in control of my life. Actually look like I'm 25 and going somewhere, rather than 24 and working retail.