Back in Peru in January, I’d felt optimistic enough to buy a vase. After all, I was going to change my life in 2009. I’d be needing that vase for all the flowers I was going to get. Right?
This always happens when I travel. I meet people. I find that I am normal after all—and then I got back to sitting in my tiny office day in and out, seldom meeting new people, and wondering how it is that the other folks I know seem to have such full social calendars.
Eleven months of this living passed quickly, and at the end of another year marked primarily by its lack of distinction, I find myself exactly where I was when the year started.
Though I now own a vase. Guess that’s a start.