Man, we are definitely getting into the Jetson-sounding years.
My good friend Ali and I were joking about how people are going to abbreviate 2010. Do you say "ten?" We've been used to saying abbreviations that have more syllables, if that makes sense. "Last year it was Oh-Nine," and "I was born in Eighty-Five." You get the point.
Ali said, "I bet a few people will accidentally mutter 'Oh-Ten,' then realize their mistake."
What's funny to me is we're the people living in the turn of the century. That's totally weird. I don't why I find it weird, but I do. Like when we get really old, kids are gonna ask, "You were born in the 1900s?" with a mixture of disgust and awe on their faces.
Anyway, I guess I forgot to wrap-up how I felt about 2009. It was better than 2006-2008, for many reasons: I went on my European vacation and planned it all by myself; that's cool, since traveling is my uber passion. And this was the first year I really started to feel over J. I guess I hold onto heartache way too long, but what can you do? Everyone heals at their own pace.
So as I sit here watching Say Anything and sipping on my green tea (to calm my stomach from the champagne frenzy last night), I'm smiling with the knowledge that 2010 will be a daring year for me, a year that I turn a quarter of a century old and even might move to a new country. Ah! The possibilities.
So, bring it on, TEN. Bring. it. on.