It was okay, mostly, for me. Bad for a lot of people, I understand.
I went back to Bowling Green in the spring, and sat in a familiar bar for a few minutes, but avoided everywhere and everyone else I knew because I felt like that was a good idea and it was, sort of.
I went to Maine for my birthday, because I turned 30 and needed to be dramatic about it.
I went to Tampa, because there was money involved, and the flight back was cancelled so we rented a car to Columbus for $15 and fought for the entire very long drive home.
I drove to the top of West Virginia in my old car, which felt kind of – I don’t know – important.
There were other trips, other drives. I wrote about them when they happened. They’re on here somewhere.
I listened to these songs a lot, according to last.fm:
Devendra Banhart – “Fancy Man”
Wand – “Blue Cloud”
Fleet Foxes – “On Another Ocean (January/June)”
Kevin Morby – “I Have Been to the Mountain”
Future of the Left – “Small Bones, Small Bodies”
Talking Heads – “Sugar on My Tongue”
Morphine – “You Speak My Language”
Steve Aoki & Louis Tomlinson – “Just Hold On”
Yo La Tengo – “The Room Got Heavy”
Quicksand – “Thorn in My Side”
I didn’t read much, and I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to forget, either, that this is the year I almost didn’t but eventually did have an ovary removed (finally), and quit drinking and doing drugs to excess. I stopped speaking to most of my family (by choice and to much personal benefit). I ended the year having made a huge personal decision and in conflict with a doctor who had previously been the only one I had actually trusted to not put me in any unnecessary pain and began this one by meeting a new one who provided insight into that conflict.
I’m in a strange place right now, but one I welcome, I think.