I don't really feel like reflecting on 2009 because it was too big. It's kind of weird how that works yeah? When I went to London my senior year of high school, I think I posted some pictures but I never wrote about it, either on here or in a paper journal. The prospect of covering the big things annoys me to even think about.

Besides, everyone knows what I did in 2009 anyway.

In 2010, I resolve to:
1. Give more change to homeless people (including buying the Spare Change newspaper more often)
2. Talk to strangers

For Christmas, my parents got my banjolele fixed up and in working order. Yess! It still sounds a little rough (it's old after all) but it's totally playable again.

Maybe I say this every year, but reading about other peoples' Christmases always baffles me. Sometimes it makes me feel jealous, and sometimes it makes me feel self-righteous, but mostly I just feel confused. It makes no sense to me that people get as much stuff from their parents as they do. And by that I don't mean that it's senseless or stupid, it is just so out of the realm of my experience that I can't understand it.

But now it's over and I am ready to go back to Boston. Ready ready ready. Poor Miss Mittens is tired of being cooped up in my room all day!