I have to say I'm very happy 2013 is over. It was great in a lot of ways. It was also really horrible in a million ways. I realized I needed to reflect on 2013 to truly start over. So let's do that here.
2013. What a ffing year! So Kristin, what have you been up to? Well, I got a new job, new dog, new house and a new, amazing boyfriend. Yeah, life has been busy. Life has been amazing. But you can't truly appreciate the amazing things in life without having... well.. not such amazing things. Where do I begin? I think I should start with my job. What could I write that is appropriate for the public? What could I write that would be representative of what happened? Well, the net of is, I can't write what I want. I've already told my closest friends (including lovely boyfriend) of what happened or didn't happened. I've already said the things I've needed to say. And I've already drank enough to know I'm better than all of that. So in conclusion, I really couldn't pass up the opportunity I'm in now. And I couldn't deny this was right for me. A chapter of my life ended. It ended. And to this day, I still have nightmares. I still reminisce. I still miss those I worked with. I miss my history. But what I don't miss? Ha, I don't need to share. I'm happy now. My new company is fantastic and I hope I will do great things for them. I will do great things for them. I will. That's it. And there doesn't need to be more.
Moving on! House. I talked about selling my house for... a while... since I was with the crazy ex. Well if you know me at all, I commit to the things I say. So I sold my first house (for a profit, go me!) in May. Almost five years to the date that I bought it. It's so weird to think how different life is now. Okay... I sold... Oh shit, now I need to find a place to live? Renting was a joke. What a waste of money for where I wanted to live. I guess it was time to buy again. Buying was a joke too! Nothing was on the market. I found one place and then I was out bid five times. I bid full price for the record. Turns out I'm not rich so I lost that battle. I saw another home come on the market four days later. I hated the garage but I looked at the listing and KNEW I would bid. 20 minutes after my closing on my house (buhbye) I went and saw my new house. I wouldn't describe it as this euphoric situation. I would describe it as feeling home. Feeling like, even though I had not decorated, even though I had not painted, etc, I felt like this is where I should be. So I bid. I bid early and I bid way over. I remember going back and forth with my mom and what I should bid. I remember where we were sitting when we had this conversation. This was... after all.... my life I was bidding on. Yeah it's corny but I won. I won my house (at least at this point). I went to closing and the seller looked like a different version of my grandma who passed away. I believe in signs and this was definitely one. It was moving. And then the seller's agent broke out creme brulee and champagne with raspberries. Literally my favorite things. If you don't believe in signs, how can you look at this and not see that something in this universe was right? It was right. And after I bought this house, my life changed.
You already know I found a new job after I bought this house. I also found my dog and my boyfriend. I'm going to start with my dog and save the boyfriend for last (since obviously that's the best part). My dog. Pete Kinnaird. Petey rather. I met Petey at the end of July on a whim. A friend posted a picture of Pete (Bones) to her Facebook. I saw it and started crying. Yes, this happened. And then I knew he was my dog. For the record (yes, I like this phrase), I wasn't even lookng for a dog!!! I wasn't. Jeez, a dog is a lot of responsibility and I'm never home. What was I even thinking?? I wasn't. I left work before my doctor's appt to go... get him. I know. I know. I sent a picture to my mom that morning trying to get her opinion. She didn't even help! She just told me he was cute and left it at that. I expected my mother to tell me not to get the dog. Well, she didn't. I went to the rescue and Petey (Bones) wasn't in his kennel. I was heartbroken! So I waited. He was still there and they brought him to me. He was uninterested. He was scared. I was worried. What was I doing? I told the rescue I'd be back. Maybe this dog wasn't right for me? I went to my doctor appointment and then I came back. My dear friend Jess recommended her mom meet me. I had never met her mom but I needed help and Jess was always helpful. I didn't want to walk away from this dog. Her mom met me there and we met Pete (Bones) again. He was different. He was more open. She was the freaking dog whisperer and in that moment I knew he was meant for me. Pete was meant for me!!! I pulled the trigger. Why the hell not. Life is short. Live to the fullest and shit like that right? Long story short, Bones' name is Petey now and he's absolutely the best thing ever. He's my favorite. He's amazing. And I am utterly thankful for him.
Okay... Job.. House... Dog... Now... my love. Let me start by saying I hope (I pray) this all isn't in vain. Blah... okay! Schuyler. Skyler. I met Skyler before I bought my house. I remember seeing him in the park one summer day I went to play volleyball. I introduced myself and he promptly told me he was hungover. Ha awesome. I won't shake hands! Don't worry! Shortly after that, someone was talking to him and asked about him moving. He was moving to D.C. (In my head) Okay, moving on. The cute guy was moving. Blah blah day over. I saw Sky again July 4th. Oh no, the cute guy again. I was tying to meet others so there was Skyler. He befriended me and fed me booze. It was like koolaid for the record. We laughed and hung out. Many hours later I found out he was five years younger than me! Shit. This is really never going to work!! Fast forward like one hour to the bar and then Skyler left (without saying goodbye). He added me on FB the next day and apologized for leaving. That was that. A few weeks later (in Mexico) I got a FB message from him asking if I would play in a tournament with him. I wanted to but should I? My friend Jess told me to basically "get it." Why not? I wanted to play and he was totally cute. What was it going to hurt? I knew I wasn't very good but why not? He's sweet, he probably won't be too upset. Fast forward to the tournament... I was bad. I was really bad. He didn't bring the beer he promised and I was really uncomfortable. It was over.... he was sweet and then we hung out the rest of the day. I'll spare you the details cause the rest is history. I tried to date Skyler thinking it was just fun summer fling until I fell in love with him. So fast forward AGAIN. Skyler lives in D.C. We are totally in love. It's all serious and shit. Yep. I know. Did I I forgot to mention he's totally amazing?
As I write this, I realize I left out the majority of the bad things. Like my job. Like my house. Like my stalker. Like my car. Like my money (or lack of) or etc. I left out that a dear, new friend has changed my life (Lana). I left out my family's and friend's support through this time. I left out some amazing memories like Vegas... Avon... Breck... etc. I left out a lot. But I want to be clear. I am so thankful for everything. "Without suffering, there would be no compassion." I am thankful.
I am thankful.
Thank YOU.
Welcome 2014. I can't wait to see what you have planned.
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