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” 

(what?)

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.