I actually don't remember.

um.... embroidering.

a lot of embroidering.

the exact same thing i'm doing now :(

I was still adjusting to my move from London to New York and coming to terms with my own crippling shyness.
I was flipping out about school.
I was trying as hard as humanly possible not to fall in love with a guy I knew would inevitably leave me high and dry (I failed, he didn't.)
I was discovering Ferraby Lionheart and Islands.

Are you still in New York?

Yep, though not for much longer, I hope.

enough good stuff that if i could take a time machine and go back a year, i would.

Why's that?

weird, how did I not realize you were here in the City?

I was just back from New Zealand, developing friendships with some of my best mates, quitting my bookshop job, going to too many festivals, moving in with my amazing Irish boys, drinking way too much, getting ready for Katie to leave me and loving, loving, loving life. I had also just bought myself a harmonica and performed "Thriller" while in a graveyard drunken ghost hunting.

Sweating the results from job interviews; getting my current relationship started.

Then I got the flu.

@Skanko: Awwww. :)

@Carlo: This is the first year since I was 15 that I'm *not* moving. It's supremely weird.

@Xopchipili: I like hiding. My bad.

I'm like that. I move every two years, though not too far away. I like the northeast too much.

@Carlo: Yeah, I've been switching up continents. I'm eyeing Switzerland right now.

@artschooled: As a novelty sports enthusiast, I feel that drunken ghost hunting needs to be made competitive. Like, now.

being emotionally terrorized by my ex AFTER she dumped me, and working at a job i though i'd lose at any given moment

cheap shot: it's only really acceptable if you have a 'ghost pack'. mine was full of: beer, a notepad, camera, a random remote for the television, batteries, pens, a flashlight and a dead walkie talkie.

I'd need a ton more ambition to jump continents.

Carlo, you just need to get into the swing of things! A few years backpacking and suddenly you're willing to move anywhere you desire as long as you get your own room. Trust me!

Unpacking a new apartment, which is exactly what i'm doing tonight, also.

@artschooled: I feel like only a dead walkie-talkie could effectively communicate with denizens of the afterlife. Good sleuthing!

Maybe if I had my own Snowsuit Sound, it'd give me the push I need.

@artschooled - why can't you ever stop being awesome.

Carlo, you won't meet your very own snowsuit sound unless you move around the world for a while and then get sick and move to melbourne and meet him through tova.

Start moving around-- next thing you know, you're immigrating. If you want to move to Canada for a bit, I will lend you my couch and hot friends.

How effing sweet would it be if Carlo changed his life and moved to Canada because of my thread.

I'd be magical.

....well, unless he steals my fiance.

WAIT. HOW COME YOU GET TO BE MAGICAL? I'M OFFERING MY COUCH!

Living in my nice little flat in London, recovering from hernia surgery.

Hmmm, I was still teaching, though I've been at 3 different schools in the last year...same apartment...dating some dude...really, not much is different.

Actually, I was supposed to move to Calgary a few years back for my ex-fiancee, but that didn't exactly work out.

That was a good move, Carlo. Calgary has a tendency to be totally rubbish, and then you start liking country music... then you can't be saved.

[although, obviously, that is sad that fiancee things didn't work out. that must be said.]

YOU ARE MERELY A VESSEL THROUGH WHICH MY MAGIC DOES ITS MAGICAL DEEDS.

Ok, you'd be a bit magical too.

Preparing to graduate from college and spending a lot of time with Des. Those were good days.

Preparing for four ridiculous exams. Trying to make a long distance relationship work. Helping raise a puppy.

Closing on my condo, and freaking the fuck out.

the same thing I'm doing now, waiting for death