Here are my feet in 2009.
Here’s my face in 2010. (This is when I won a baseball hat and I my dad was so excited about it. So, for his sake I put on my excited thrilled face.)
How have I changed? Well, I’ve given up on men, for the most part. In the past year, my quest for mancompany has gone downhill dramatically. Strangely enough, this doesn’t bother me too much. I’m pretty ok being “on my own.” I’m a catch and anyone who wants to ignore that can kiss my ass, you know?
I barely have a real crush at the moment. It’s a little strange, but refreshing.
A year ago, I believe I was pining over someone that wound up not happening. I was hopeful then. Now I’m just focusing on the day ahead of me. I prefer this it to false hope, so that’s a good thing.
I’m still working in the same place. Working working working. I feel like I live there. I should just get my mail delivered there. I’m a bit better at cooking because I’ve been doing it longer — fewer recipes scare me. Actually, I’m quite fond of cooking and baking now. (I still love easy recipes though. They usually taste the best anyway.)
Oh, and I have my own place now… which is a step I wanted to have behind me by this time. (Though, my parents still help me out quite a bit.)
To be honest, I haven’t changed that much in one year beyond the way I think about love and relationships. For the most part, the core part of me — my personality — hasn’t changed since my first year of college. I’m just growing up a little at a time.