The Year That Broke

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m supposed to do what people do—look back, find the meaning, polish it into something readable. Skip it. 2006 was shit. Setbacks, depression, the kind of year where you’re just surviving until it ends. I’m not going to dress it up.

Yesterday Ana and I went shopping for better groceries. I’m fundamentally lazy—my idea of staying active is walking around with my iPod—and I’ve let myself get soft over the last few years. Nothing catastrophic, just enough that I wanted to change something. So that’s the plan: eat better, stop eating garbage.

The new World of Warcraft expansion drops in January. I’m stupidly excited about that. Then in a few months Apple’s finally releasing Leopard, the new OS. I’m curious what they’ve done with it. Windows Vista looks like it’s already given up.

I took a job delivering pizzas in the evenings to make money for my Abitur exams, which means I actually have to focus on school now instead of just showing up. And Hamburg keeps appearing in my head. I don’t know if I’m headed there, but the city feels like it’s already pulling me.

2006 was the year I fell apart a little. Everything was quiet and still and broken. But when a year breaks you, you learn things, and some friendships got stronger because of it. So thanks for that, I guess, 2006. Let’s see what 2007 does.