2007, the review
Its been a tradition the last few years to sum up the year that has passed as a new one begins. I haven’t written here in a while. Although the stories have been building up inside, they’ve been getting lost somewhere between the left side of my brain and my fingertips. Only as I am about to fall asleep am I able to expess myself clearly. Only not in writing.
2007. 2006 was spent between India, Norway and England. 2007 equally diversified; London, Delhi, Sandnes, New York. It ended in Sadness City, although I’ve made New York my home for an indefinite period.
I dont know what happened in 2007. I suppose this happened.
I studied, I wrote, I passed. Somehow.
I worked, I experienced, I got bored .. But I learned.
I made friends. I made enemies.
I had good sex, bad sex and great sex.
I fell in and out and in and out and into love.
I wrote, I got published, and it made me happy.
I had the longest summer of my life, and it made me happy.
I made tough decisions, life altering decisions, they made me proud, but they did not make me happy.
I swallowed my pride, changed my decisions. One made me happy. One made me angry. Disappointed.
Then fall came and it did what fall does. It made me confused, it made me sad. Now we’ll wait for April to bring answers.
That’s a year gone by. I’m sure next year’s list will look a lot like this one.
