Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Yesterday would have begun year three of my blog. Except I don’t think it counts for much when ten months of that year you didn’t post anything. I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not I wanted to try again. I’m not sure entirely why I stopped in the first place. Partially because I haven’t been baking much (or at all) but also the last seven months have produced more change in my life than perhaps any period of time before.

In January, I began a relationship with someone who was quickly becoming one of my best friends. We were spending an exorbitant amount of time together and then I went and did the idiotic thing of developing feelings for her. Because, of course, right? A lot of my time was spent with her, not baking, but having fun. I was legit happy for once, though it didn’t last. We ended up breaking up after a few months, both realizing that we were in different places and that it wasn’t going to work. This lead to a significant milestone in my life as the night we broke up was the first time I ever got drunk, which apparently happens when you drink 3/4 of a 750ml bottle of whiskey in an hour on an empty stomach. Who’d have thought?

The end of the relationship caused me to take a serious look at a lot of things: where I was, what I was doing, what I wanted to do. It triggered me to start looking for a new job and in a few months I had one. Same company, but different group. I remember seeing the posting for the job and thinking “this is too perfect.” A few weeks later it was mine. For the first time in a long time I’m happy with work, even if I’m not entirely sure of what I’m doing yet :), but hey, they’re sending me to Austin twice this year.. can’t complain about that… mmmmm steak.

If the beginning and end of a relationship that I thought could be something special, and a new job weren’t enough; the biggest change of all occurred when my two closest friends moved in with me. Up until earlier this year we hadn't been seeing much of each other or speaking a lot. They’re married, have married friends, and a slew of other things to deal with. But they are the first people I talk to when I need advice and the first people I texted when I was “so drunk right now” (her response was “What? Like on alcohol? – that’s how much I don’t drink :)).” And even though she wasn’t feeling well and he was probably tired from work, they came over to take care of me in my inebriated state. So when it came up that they needed a place to stay while they waited for their house to be built, there was no way they weren’t going to stay with me. Consequently, for the first time since buying my house, it doesn’t feel empty and it’s been great.

I also started running again. The one thing I have struggled with the most since moving into my own house was starting and sticking to any kind of exercise routine. Since May I’ve run nearly every day after work. I completed my goal of getting back to 5km by my birthday, as well as my goal of being able to run to my parent’s place (for breakfast) by July's end (7.7km in 39 minutes). I’m still working my way back up to 10km. Hopefully, I’ll be there before the snow starts.

Oh, I also have a fence in my backyard and as of tonight, faster internet.

So that’s been the last seven months of my life. I’m not entirely sure where to go from here. I want to start baking again and I want to start writing more; if anyone is actually reading this please bear with me while I figure these things out.

~Adam