Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.
A lovely pastry in Amsterdam. The excitement of That Crush on The Bartender, even though it didn’t work out. Coming down into Amsterdam and realizing i was about to see an agent. Dutch sunshine off of cobblestones. A Belgian waffle with ice cream and strawberries, pre-agent meeting. Talking things over with the agent, and then flying back to Edinburgh feeling like I’d actually made a good choice in career. February, working. March, being sick and getting a week off to cough and meander about my house. The beach. My piano, my lovely, gorgeous, wonderful piano. Sitting on my little black leather couch and drinking tea. Spilling fresh tea all over my arm in August and watching my skin melt like cheese (I still have the scar). A picnic in The Meadows with Ally and Scottish Cheryl. Yay cheap food at Tesco! Meeting up with R & N at the Edinburgh Literary Salon, one year after meeting them for the first time, and the most wonderful friendship that came of it. Walking on Portobello beach. Sunshine on Portobello beach. Finishing my 365. Being lonely, lonely, lonely. Loving the solitude. Walking Jake. Getting to take care of Puppy Izzy for a week in May.
Being sad. Trying not to be sad on my birthday. Working so much. Losing faith in the novel, then getting it restored by my wonderful agent. Work. Friends, friends, friends. THE ESPY. Breakfast looking out over Portobello Promenade. Greece. How warm it was, how lovely just to sit and read or sit and do nothing. Trying to find our way around Thessalonika at 1am, and failing miserably. The beach in Greece. The beach in Scotland. A day’s walk along the River Ness in Inverness. So many wonderful piuctures. So many wonderful people. Scottish accents, especially those of SJ and KT.
And … I’m out of time. One last thing: lamb vindaloo and sag aloo at Maisha, laughing with Jersey Jess, being so happy and full and excited for the future that I could feel my very soul shining.
If I could go back to one moment in 2010, it would be that one. That dinner (my mouth waters now, just thinking of it), that friend, that lovely restaurant. The walk back through St. Andrews cobbled streets, running up to J’s freezing cold room, shortbread and chocolate and tea laid before us on the bed. Watching The Princess and the Frog together, each of us in fuzzy socks, just like we’d done three years previous while in St. Andrews to finish our Masters degrees. It was a most delicious day, in every possible way, shape, and form.
Let’s hope I can get back to that town sometime this year. In the meantime, more work, more writing, more dreams out into the air.
(Not so) Random Question: if YOU met the Devil, what do you suppose he/she might say to you?