2014, like every other year of my adult life, was a year of music. White Denim, Paul Simon, Cave Singers, Hayes Carll, Kurt Vile, Shotgun Jimmie, Pink Mountaintops, Jack White, and Shakey Graves were all beautiful highlights, but I’m lucky enough that these don’t even scratch the surface of the live music I saw this past year.
2014 was a year of travel. I went to Vancouver eight times. Every time was fun, but it was too much. Too much Vancouver. There was also a lot of British Columbia exploring by way of Hope, Vernon, Green Lake, Comox, Salt Spring Island and everywhere in between. I ate my way through Portland and Seattle, a couple of times. I took Kurt to Texas, my home away from home. He loved it, but not the way I love it, though few do. I went to the Congo and stayed on a giant hospital ship, met patients, met volunteers. Felt totally humbled. Kurt and I spent a week together in love in Paris. I get the hype now. I went to Toronto for work and sat in on meetings with Canadian diplomats and heads of international banks and felt totally confused as to how I ended up at the table, though I guess most people my age feel like that sometimes. Kurt took me to Los Angeles. He sold it as a romantic trip with roller coasters, though it was definitely a hockey trip. That’s okay, it was still a blast. It was all a blast.
2014 was a year of celebration. While I’m sure there were hundreds of cool babies born last year, I was particularly excited about two of them, Vivian and Quinn, the children of two of my closest friends from high school. I got to celebrate the marriage of two awesome couples and the engagement of two more, all of whom I hope to be friends with forever (and one of whom I introduced FTW). And birthdays. So many people had birthdays in 2014, including me (32), Kurt (33)…haha, just kidding. But I will give a shout out to my best friend Katie who had a 30th birthday party that will go down in the books.
And most notably, 2014 was a year of change, as every year kind of is in its own way. Some changes were minor. I went from brunette to blonde. I both formed and quit the habit of eating chocolate and cheese for dinner. I both lost and regained my ability to run further than 10km. Other changes were big ones. In January I started sleeping like a normal person, thanks to about a million lifestyle adjustments and trazadone. It’s been nearly a decade since I’ve slept both soundly and consistently. It’s a different world, I tell you. And finally, the easy highlight of 2014, I moved in with Kurt. We live together now. In a home that is ours and where will stay for a long time. It’s a good feeling.