I was happy to do my annual review, so I could to go back and look at my life during 2020. I should also say that I’m happy to just be writing the follow up to the last post. My biggest issue most of the time is follow through. I have recently thought about the ideas I have come up with and never followed up on. I’ve wondered what it would be like if I had a type A personality. I just have issues with getting motivated and continuing things. I generally like to say every year that I’m going to do better and be different, but overall, goals just fall to the wayside.
In 2017 I created a post where I went over my resolutions for 2016. It was a good post, if I say so myself, where I had 13 resolutions for the year. I achieved 9 of my resolutions. It was a good year and I was really proud of myself for those things. I also had hoped I would’ve done another good list and just kept it going. In reality, as I generally like to say, “Life happened.”
During this lockdown, self-quarantine, self-isolation, stay at home time. I’ve done a lot of interesting things. I’ve decided I wanted to relearn a few things. I’ve cooked, a lot. Boy have I cooked a lot.
I asked a few friends for some things they were cooking or buying. I was so happy when a few got back to me. With that, let’s look at what they were doing. I hope everyone is inspired to examine their habits and maybe it will show you something about yourself.
Where do we start? How do we start? Do we even bother to start?
What are these questions and what is the point of these things? I’m not really sure what to tell you. The events of the last several months have made a lot of us think and wonder about the world we live in. People are getting fired, they are quitting, you even have brands and companies rethinking various positions that have been widely held for a long time.
You walk in and you see empty shelves. You know that you had been hearing about people buying up certain things, but you think, nah, can’t be that bad. You walk into the market, OK, someone is wearing a mask. That other person is wearing gloves, latex gloves.
It’s been 6 months since I’ve moved from Stuttgart. It has been a mixed bag of feelings for me to be here. Living on the West coast of America has been different. The first reason some might think is kind of stupid, but I find it kind of interesting, especially after living in Europe for 8 years. I feel like I have more time to do things. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have friends. I don’t know if it’s because I’m 3 hours behind the East coast and everything in America is based off of the East coast, but time seems endless. I get up early to watch football, the games end, then I can go and do things on a Sunday evening. I actually like watching Sunday night football, then I start watching random series, because the game is done, then because the West coast has their own separate prime time stuff, I get the best of both worlds. Like I said, this probably means nothing to a lot of people, …
The time has come for me to leave the place that I called home for the last 8 years. Like everything in life, the time has come for the fun to end and for a new adventure to begin.
It has been a very interesting time in the last few months since I wrote about the issues I had to go through in clearing out my grandmother’s house after her passing. A lot has happened. For one, I’m no longer in Germany. Yes, after over 8 years, the time came to move. This is the biggest thing of all. Of course, leaving from a place that I thought of as home and now being back in the states is a big deal.
Let me just get this out of the way. When I get these done, these won’t be my normal mission statement of things I like to write, but this is a platform for me to get my thoughts out overall. Where do I begin, the last few months have had a lot going on. I’ve traveled to several countries, checked off a few boxes on things I should’ve done a long time ago, but just now got to doing them. Those stories and all of that fun are going to come at some point. Currently though, I’m in the states, in Michigan at what is now my house. Do you know how odd it is for me to say, my house? I’m old enough to have a house, but still saying something like that is still odd. When my grandmother passed away in February, I knew life was going to be different. I knew I would have so many more responsibilities, but man, I have a lot going on. I was prepared in some ways …
When you get a call from your mother close to 4am on a Sunday morning, you know it can’t be a good thing. Especially when you aren’t at home in your place. I was sleeping in a multiperson hostel with friends in Freiburg. When I was able to call my mom, I was given the news, I never wanted to receive. My grandmother was gone. She was 84, so she lived a good life, it’s one of those ages where you really can be happy to get to. However, it doesn’t stop the tears, it doesn’t stop the pain. It doesn’t stop the regret. My grandmother was an interesting person, born in the great depression era, not to mention at a time, when racial equality wasn’t a thing. She made major strides in her life to raise a family with my granddad, have my mom and my uncle. After doing all of that, she raised me. Just like with any parent, there were conflicts, because she had her way of doing things, she was old …