2010

January brought me my first real job.
February took my father.
March... lost.
April made me pushed through my schoolwork.
May brought me a Master's and the burial of my father's ashes.
June gave me a home with Moose.
July was another blur with a lonely holiday.
August burned me on a boat in the sun, listening to Dr. John.
September moved me again, this time to the suburbs.
October was chilly and made me realize nothing is static except love.
November told me things are still changing; people are moving and trading places.
December will bring me woe as the holidays are spent without my father.

The next one should be better, the next one should be better....