stereotypical single woman

Dear 2007,

Well, we’ve had quite a time together, haven’t we? And I don’t mean it in a good way either. You’ve been a royal pain in my ass.

Thanks to your arrival I turned 30 this year. And while it was inevitable, doing so has made me think more of my own mortality and place in this world. These are not very comfortable thoughts. I’d much rather be forever 29 and convinced of my invincibility and a future adulthood that is far far away. Not right here and now, demanding my participation.

You also saw me move to Detroit, kicking and screaming all the way, because I didn’t want to go. You said it was tough love, I needed a change, and it was the best time ever to make this leap. But I knew that in doing so it meant I’d leave behind some people that mean the world to me. Some of them I’d lose contact with. And while I accept that it was ultimately my choice to do this, you made me feel like I really had no other option, you sonofabitch. I am still very upset about this and miss them more than I can possibly begin to convey. I bet you didn’t think about that when you had me packing up the boxes, did you? I hope you’re happy, jerk.

You brought the news that my sister and her family are moving 2200 miles away. Again, you explained it’s for their own good, as the job opportunities in Seattle are far better than they are in Michigan. Which is very true. But I’m going to miss them, did you ever think about that? I’m not going to be there for Gretchen’s first birthday and Amelia’s first day of preschool. And don’t give me that tough love line again, you’re beginning to sound like a broken record. Asshole.

Aside from the major stuff, you’ve brought significantly more day-to-day embarrassment, heartache, anxiety, and stress to my life than joy. I’m going to make sure that 2008 repays me for that loss.

Granted, because of all you’ve thrown at me, I am more confident, sure of myself, and determined than I have been in a very long time. For that you have my grudging thanks. However if you happen to see 2008 on your way out you might want to warn him that I’m not putting up with any crap this next year. I will not hesitate to kick it’s ass if I have to.

So, it’s been real, have a nice trip back to where you came from, and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

goodbye,

Sara