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So, my viewing public, as you may have guessed, I've been on hiatus. I needed a chance to sort through the wreckage of the last year and dwell in the possibilities of the new. Since, we all know that I like a little bit of symbolism... my birthday fell at a convenient time this year. Not a New Year, but my new year. So I shut down my facebook, my mobile, my email (mostly), and walked away from this little cyberspace for a moment. Please don't take it personally.

So why the need to regroup, you ask? While I don't think I can reasonably claim that this past year was the worst year of my life-- that's a toss up between my 7th and 19th years-- I can say that it hasn't been my favorite. If you are curious as to why, please feel no bonds to decorum. Ask and you shall receive. But in this little resurrection post I may attempt to redeem this last year by highlighting just some of the 'new and good' that emerged from it. (An idea clearly pilfered from Susie.)

Without further ado...

The new: a penchant for fermented green tea leaf salads, a newfound affection for cats, red dancing shoes, a real relationship with my (rather wonderful) brother, the perfect recipe for Moroccan almond and orange tort, a sense of closure.

The good: (in addition to all of the above) Clara's transformation, a deep awareness and awe of some of the friendships we've formed, , a return to my writing ways, picnics in the park (ok, ok, parks plural in London and New York and Bogota), feeling uncomfortable.

And so with that I bid farewell to my last year. Or at least make peace with it. Or at least try to. Can't really exorcise the past without denying the future, or at least I don't believe we can. So, yes, I'll hold on to the lessons and unfortunately probably some of the anxieties of the past year of my life. But let me say this here in this strange little space that's neither public nor private: if you find me dwelling too long in the dramas of the past year, remind me that if I want to revisit them I should A) do so through the writing of my dissertation (ok, that only pertains to the dramas of the field) and B) dwell in the continuing possibilities. Tune in next time and perhaps, perhaps, perhaps I will share some of the possibilities and promises of the months ahead.

much love