I’m not typically one to make a big deal of the new year. It’s not something I look forward to, or celebrate in a big way, or to which I assign any real significance. But I can honestly say that I’ve never looked forward to a new year less than this.
I’ve spent the last four days on the road, savoring every moment with my Aussie. We visited Ashland, Santa Cruz, San Luis Obispo, and finally (and best) Santa Barbara. We ate tasty food, we made spontaneous New Year’s plans, we sang along to the radio, we felt the ocean breeze in our hair, and we saw snow and sand and everything in between.
At the end of this trip, though, I go back to Seattle… and he stays in San Bernardino.
I know it’s only temporary. It’s only until April or May. We’ll see each other every two weeks or so. But that doesn’t make a too-big bed and quiet house feel any less empty, nor does it make his inflatable bed and sparse closet any less lonely.
So, 2011… here’s what I hope from you. I hope for this first bit to go by quickly. I hope that good memories can outsmart quiet evenings. I hope that hectic work and busy schedules can make time fly by. I hope that absence really does make the heart grow (even) fonder.
Happy New Year.