So far this year is not proving so fruitful in the health department. It seems that since returning from Christmas in New Jersey, I have not been at all healthy. I felt better yesterday and so we went on with our small intimate fiesta, only to find that by ten o’ clock, I was not feeling very well at all. My throat was killing me. Oy.
It was a nice and fun evening, nevertheless. I realized mid-way through the night, that my days of raging on New Years is over and that that is okay. We played Moods, Operation, and Trivial Pursuit with friends old* and new. We laughed and yelled and had serious conversation and sang in the New Year with nice company. Though by midnight I could barely swallow, the last friends left at almost 3AM.
I have met some great people this year… I am finally starting to feel like Rochester could be and is home. It took a few years for sure. After a few years here, I’ve learned what it is to balance making new friends and expending energy working to strengthen those new relationships and nurturing old friendships with friends that live far away. When I first moved here, I was depressed after the death of my mom and I became a bit of a hermit except for Rich. I called no one. I had no job and I made no new friends. By the time I came to, I had done a bit of damage to friendships that I had had forever. I lost that daily connection that I had had in Manhattan when I talked to many gals on a daily basis. Of course things change when you’re far away and when you’re married, but it’s nice to know that the few times a year I see these friends, that it is like we still live in the same place. I guess that’s what growing up is all about!
Here's a picture of my friend Jocelyn with serious headlamp on for better surgical lighting working on the ankle bone:
Speaking of growing up, Rich kicked my ass in Operation today. The man should have been a surgeon for sure.
Hope every one had a nice New Years… Here’s to seeing more of eachother in 2008!
*Old by my post-Manhattan Rochester living standards…
