I just looked at the calendar. It's seven years to the day since I took my Eliza home. She's the first dog I've had who has been mine, not my family's. And though she has been a shared-custody dog for about a year and a half now, she is mine (and has been since that day seven years ago -- and I am hers). She's laying in a sunbeam right now,
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Seven years--wow! Seven is supposed to be a really important number in Christian numerology, and I like that it's the year 2007. Ok, for me--I got a high school diploma (exactly 7 years ago, acutally!), BA and MA, I moved out of RI and to NYC and lived all by myself, I've discovered a life path, I've made lots of great friends and strengthened friendships with people I've known my whole life, I went to Disney World for the first time (and like you, saw it all gussied up for Christmas!), I've gotten drunk for the first time...Wow, what a good exercise! I could keep going on, but I won't.
Here's to seven more years of growth and happiness!
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But yeah, there is a weird magic to the number seven, isn't there -- it's got a certain pride of place in Christianity, but it's also strong in the secular and pagan worlds, too, isn't it? Seven is good. Also, perhaps of a different kind/intensity, drunk is good, too! Especially at your age (less so at mine ... ah, the body, she does change!).
And thanks for the Eliza-wishes. She's even kinder than she is cute, so I think she's pretty special!
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Yes, I think seven is good no matter what the worldview. So I hope that means a really great year for all of us!
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Let's see, in the past seven years I've given up a teaching fellowship, got my MPhil, started a bad relationship, herniated my disc, had a nervous breakdown, ended bad relationship, traveleled around Mexico by myself twice, beat depression, got fired, went to Paris for the first time, ended 7-year roommate relationship, lived by myself for the first time successfully, started tutoring business, lost my dad to cancer, fell in love, lost my beloved Kitty, learned how to write a dissertation, moved to second successful living-alone arrangement, gained a sweet Oofy, and fell out of love.
Man, there were many highs and lows in that 7 years! I'm hoping for a more peaceful coming seven. But lots of growth.
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And growth is good. Painful, usually, but good -- if I didn't become unengaged, for example, I'd have never moved by the beach, seen dolphins in the ocean, or started seeing a really nice fella. So pain begets opportunities for happiness ... I hope!
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I had a must-get-out-of-country-once-a-year policy, which I've upheld for the past 4 years. It feels good to get an entirely new perspective (even if three of the four were to Mexico). I heartily recommend. But this year I'll be breaking my run due to lack of funds and diss defense. Two of my chapters focus on foreign countries, so that's a little like mental traveling. But nowhere as good as the real thing!
And I particularly recommend Mexico for you: the Pacific side, including Baja of course, are so close and it's cheap for everyone. For my next trip I really want to go to Copper Canyon, which you can take a train through and is 4 times as big as the Grand Canyon!
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In the last seven years I: got married and divorced, moved back to the U.S. from Italy, got fired from 3 jobs, almost got a master's in anthro (regret not finishing that), got my babies, moved to NYC to live completely alone for the first time, got my MA, lost my grandfather, met all y'all!, and got a Fulbright. Not too bad for seven years!
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Well, I got a Ph.D., met and married darinbradley, became an aunt, lost a really good friend to cancer, got the best pets I could dream of, lost a relationship with my father, kicked depression's nasty ass, learned a lot about friendship, and got a fantastic job. Basically, I grew up.
I hope the next seven years are just as good and just as bad.
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