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Why is it that when you come back from a trip, no matter how large or small is it always a let down? Now, I don't mean to imply that the second I walk in my door, I am not overcome with a huge sense of relief that I am home where all things are familiar and I feel safe... I am. I just wonder how it is that I can be gone for hardly four days and feel like it has been a lifetime. And that things have changed... including myself. Maybe it was because I was in Hawaii... with my sister... in January. The BEST.
However, and much to my dismay this feeling of change does not extend to my desire for all things sweet, most blaringly so, store-bought cupcakes.
'Til the next vacation...
It has been exactly 12 days since I last wrote. Why is this significant? Well, in 12 days I have done the following 12 things (among others):
1. discovered the most awesomely bad love song of all time, bleeding love.
2. hiked runyan canyon.
3. sipped a japatini 2-feet away from mr. justin timberlake.
4. was told i may be on tlc. (what!?)
5. ate 6 cupcakes.
6. cried while watching television.
7. sweated to the techno while spinning with my little sis.
8. made eye contact with biggest loser bob. (did not relay #5 to him.)
9. reserved a flight to HAWAI-I (say aloha to me tomorrow.)
10. fell a little more in love with my taken pseudo trainer.
11. wrote my first pen pal in 10 years... again.
12. decided that i am WORTH it in 2008.
Take that, jelly-filled cupake.
Ah... 2008.
Happy Birthday to a new year.
It couldn't have come soon enough for this young writer (who am I kidding- event planner first, then writer) but I will say that the last week or so of 2007 was absolutely priceless and wonderful and just what I needed (or what the doctor ordered- take your pick.)
I rode a bike. (Twice!) Once through winding roads of grapes, and once down by the ocean and into the sand of gorgeous san diego. Why is bike riding so much fun? I have NO idea, but I think it stems somewhere from the depths of schooling myself in Santa Barbara. (The best.) I also sat in one room and rang in new years with all of my favorite people from school EVER, and I was blissfully happy...
So, let's talk happiness for 2008. Right now would be the appropriate time to list all of my lists and resolutions and empty promises and goals, etc. Except this time... they're not empty. I completely acknowledge that I took 2007 to get over 2006. TRUTH. Some things just take time. But (as my former roommate Taya always told me) time is the greatest healer, and I think 2008, while officially named, 'The Year of Becca' is my year, too.
I want to walk, cook, sleep and dance... MORE... among other things.
Cheers to 08.
Why is it that when you come back from a trip, no matter how large or small is it always a let down? Now, I don't mean to imply that the second I walk in my door, I am not overcome with a huge sense of relief that I am home where all things are familiar and I feel safe... I am. I just wonder how it is that I can be gone for hardly four days and feel like it has been a lifetime. And that things have changed... including myself. Maybe it was because I was in Hawaii... with my sister... in January. The BEST.
