In 2010

I started a new job, which I both equally loved and hated. If you know me and heard all about my classroom last year you will understand that last statement. I saw the best musical ever. I wore really colorful shoes. I celebrated my niece's first birthday. I drove the longest distance I had by myself (which isn't really all that long). I fell in lust with sweet tea vodka. I served on a federal jury. I dyed my hair black. I "moved" to South Carolina. I went hiking more than I ever had before. I got stung by a jelly fish for the first time. I became infatuated with Charleston and with driving on mountains. I slid down a rock. I remembered what I want my life to be like. I applied for Peace Corps. I moved home. I tailgated. I started to write again. I photographed almost everything. I got over my fear of needles. I went to football games. I learned how to pole dance. I taught English. I met more new people than I have in a long time. I cooked an entire thanksgiving dinner. I flew to Boston and had the most amazing vacation of my life (that might be an exaggeration, but I would have to think long and hard to come up with a rival). I switched to whiskey. I got accepted into Peace Corps. I got a giant yellow duffle bag and a new iPod. I got iced. I stayed up late. I got sick of cell phones. I paid attention to my life and loved it.