Cold Weather Inspiration

There is something about the cold weather that brings out the meditative in me. As soon as the first snowflake hits the ground, I am often overcome with the desire to nest at home, brew some coffee, and revel in the unique quiet that comes with a solid snow storm. So, perhaps it should come as no surprise that along with my best friend (whose blog you should also follow), I've decided to start writing again.

The View from My Front Door.
Featuring My Car Simon

So, where do we begin? Logically, it makes sense that I should start sometime after my last entry, which was in January of 2019. I guess for the sake of ease, I'll keep it simple. In no particular order of importance and in relative order of time:  

• Still doing chemo
  
• Went to a frick ton of concerts with Brett
• Started dating this awesome dude named Tom (our 1-year anniversary was at the beginning of this month!)
• Quit my job at MNP and started working for this company named Inland in June of this year
• The jury is still out on whether this was a good idea. More on that later. 
• Moved out of my apartment with Brett and moved in with Tom
• Chemo stopped working and now I'm on a new treatment

So, I guess that's basically it? If I could recant every single important thing that happened last year, almost all of would be eclipsed by Tom. Oh, let me tell you about him!

Roughly last September, I started talking to this guy I met on OKCupid. We went out on our first date on October 3rd to a burlesque show and the rest has been history. His name is Tom and he's a huge nerd. He loves my dog, loves me, and I'm extremely lucky. 

Have you ever heard that idea that when you meet the right person, you'll finally understand why no one before them ever worked out? It's kind of like that. If you'd asked me two years ago where I thought I'd be, it would certainly not be in a relationship with the most loving, compassionate, funny, wonderful human ever. Frankly, I kind of thought that my cancer diagnosis would be the nail in the coffin of my love life. But even then, Tom chose to stick by me. I remember early on when we'd first started dating, it was really important to me to tell him about my diagnosis because I didn't want to enter into any kind of relationship with that huge, life altering thing that would always be with me. After all, there is no cure for Leukemia and, as evidenced by my treatment no longer working, cancer can be a smidge unpredictable at times. But he stuck around anyway and has continued to do so. 

Let's stop here, friends. There's more to tell about my cancer diagnosis but considering that I haven't really been in the mindset of writing for almost two years, I think I'm a tad rusty. More on that next time. Thanks for listening.