2019.
They had us in the first half, I'm not gonna lie.
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January: Quit my job on a whim, slept in, hung out with John, Grayson and Bre a lot and made lifelong friends.
February: Got a new job, hated it the day I started, found out I wasn't good at axe throwing, but good at throwing axes, it was very cold outside.
March: Spent a lot of money and saw Elton John in concert, met a man who I let continuously break my heart for the rest of the year.
April: Attended a Knicks game in another attempt to become a basketball wife, went to my first wedding as an adult, celebrated 24 years, the hot water in my apartment wasn't on for a week, saw "The Cher Show" on Broadway with Sam, thought I would spent the rest of my life with the man.
May: Watched the Kentucky Derby, broke up with the man, threw my parents a lavish surprise anniversary party with all their friends and family, reconnected with my former best friend Allie, ate a vegan chicken sandwich I still dream about, drank too much and fell asleep in the middle of a house party.
June: The Summer of Krista started, attended a horrific Gov. Ball, traveled for the first time in 2019 to Chicago (didn't like it), saw "Hamilton" (didn't like it), saw a comedy show (liked it), Bre tried her first Thai iced tea (liked it, this was very important me!).
July: Watched the Italian Opera in Central Park with G. Allen, went to New Jersey and Philadelphia for America's birthday and got ~the worst~ sunburn of ~my life.~ Saw Billy Joel perform at Madison Square Garden (checked it off the bucket list!), took my diehard Red Sox fan Leanne to a Yankees game, went to Toronto and got told my ID "looked real enough," my parents announced their divorce two months after their lavish 25th surprise anniversary party, reconnected with the man, got drunk on a rooftop with Bre, ate too much of my favorite pizza, went to a rap show at a community dark room.
August: Bre fell asleep when we saw "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood," drank at McSorley's (the "oldest" bar in NYC) with two underage boys, let Bre's friend give me a mullet (she didn't charge), visited Nashville, Boston, attempted a new business venture, attended Afro Punk, froze my ass off at the beach, met Sophia's cat, got fired from my job.
September: Spent more time with the man and fell for him again, he gave me recruiters to reach out to to get a new job, but didn't support me emotionally, went to my first ever New York Fashion Week event, witnessed my first friend from college get married.
October: Was a lighting assistant on a photo shoot, went to LA for the third time, dressed up as my true alter ego Miss Fran Fine, said goodbye to the man again.
November: Watched the New York Marathon (a little bit differently than the Boston Marathon), Wegmans opened in Fort Greene, got my first tattoo (!!!), got a big girl job then threw up on two different trains after "celebrating" too much, walked by the Macy's balloons the day before Thanksgiving.
December: Watched another friend get married, saw the real-life Cher in concert (!!), started to learn and take on more responsibility at my new job, made new friends at my the job, finally saw The Strokes (it has been attempted at least four times), met a cool guy three days before the year ended.
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Thinking about this year, it seemed hard. Looking back at this year, it seemed fun. I traveled a lot. I learned. I grew. As I always do. I believe that every moment leads to the next, that every opportunity is a chance for...something. I'll look back on this year and...I think I'll like it, all in all.
Reading this list...makes me sad. I think about the man and everything we could have been, everything I wanted us to be, thought about what he gave me and what he couldn't, how much he hurt me. I worry about how my mom will do after her divorce, how much that has hurt her and her family. I think about the pain from losing my job and, even though I currently have a great full-time job, the wonder of what will happen there.
I listened to my favorite album of the year, Lana Del Rey's "Norman fucking Rockwell." It just reminded me of being sad. It's a great album, it brings the ~dramatics~ I, oh so, crave, the lyrics haunting and too relatable, but it simply makes me sad. It makes me think of the man, the pain and worry of losing my job, (the album was actually released the day I was fired so I will forever associate the two) and everything else going on at the time.
I always think of the line from "Broad City:" "What have you done this past year that you're proud of and what are you gonna do this upcoming year?" The end of 2019 also closes out the decade. What have I done this past 10 years that I'm proud of and what am I gonna do with this upcoming 10 years? I started and graduated high school, college, got a driver's license. I completed five internships, am on my third full time job, have a fab apartment, lived in Boston, New York City and made life-long friends in both places. Traveled across this country, a handful of places across the globe and have loved every minute.
I'm ready for my #2020Vision.
