It's been a minute, hasn't it? Seems like only a decade ago I was posting silly diet tips in an attempt to move the ol' blog in some direction that wasn't entirely book related. Wait, that was only a year ago?
2020 was one hell of a year, but I can't see any indication that 2021 is going to be anything less than a zillion times worse. That I didn't once drag out the computer and make any posts commenting on the state of the world since last February is telling in its own way. It isn't that I didn't have anything to say, but rather that I didn't have a drop of energy left to spend on anything long form. Truth be told, I still don't. But I think it's time to look back on the last year or so and talk a bit about where I was and what I was dealing with at what point in this unprecedented timeline from hell. I can't guarantee any of this will make sense and I sure as hell ain't going into it with any hopeful optimism about the future, so if you're looking for a positive spin on things, look away. I'm gonna get dark.
So let's begin a little while prior to my last post. At the end of 2019, I had a goal to improve my own quality of life. Originally, what that meant was I was going to upgrade my economical IKEA furniture to some mid-range IKEA furniture, buy a Dyson vacuum cleaner, and a Cuisinart food processor. By about the middle of January (with only the Cuisinart acquired), we realized that nicer furniture wasn't going to fix the fact that we'd been ignoring for a long time: that our house, which we'd spent more than a decade improving and whose kitchen we'd only just remodeled, was never going to be the fit we wanted it to be, and it was time to start looking for a new one.
Finding a new home became something of an obsession. I started joking around that if we expected to sell our house, we had to jam it full of ridiculous home decor items that needlessly pointed out what room we were in or gave very terrible advice about living, loving, and laughing. I took this picture in a Home Goods on February 27th because it cracked me up that we had seen the same silly sign explaining that the kitchen was where we "cook" in a DR Horton home we had toured a week before.