2010

I dislike the end of the year for several reasons. 1) Because Christmas is over and New Years just can't compete. 2) January is such a bleak, bleak month. 3) I do have a small sentimental bone (located somewhere in my foot, I believe) that I inherited from my dad that makes me a little sad whenever anything comes to an end.

2010 was without a doubt the most eventful year of my life. It was the absolute best, most worrisome, most exciting, and most frustrating all rolled into one giant blur.

A brief recap:

Early spring - Dallas and I are certain our futures belong to each other.

April - My house goes on the market.

May - We get married.

June - My house sells.

July - We get pregnant.

August - We purchase our land.

September - Dallas' house goes on the market.

October, November, December - We wait.

I feel like I sprinted through the first part of the year, gathering up new experiences and making memories as fast as my legs could carry me. But I finished that part of the race and gathered up my trophies. Now I'm on to the next event with my toe on the line, just waiting, waiting, waiting for that gun to go off again. I'm still all warmed up and anxious to go, so my muscles are especially twitchy as my energy continues to build while I wait and wait and wait.

I'm not at all used to this. I don't at all handle it graciously. Just ask Dallas!

So I'm rather pleased to see the end of this particular year. 2010 can kiss my boo-tay. We can only move forward from here, right? Severin is less than 90 days away from coming home. The more time passes, the more likely the house is to sell. The more time we're in this house, the faster we get the land paid off. It WILL happen in 2011.

I know patience is a virtue. It just doesn't happen to be one of mine.