2009 may go down in history as one of the best years of my 21 years of existence.
Being 20 was magical.
I ran through the beaches of Rhode Island.
I went surfing on the North Shore.
I slow danced under the stars in New Hampshire with someone I've come to love.
I took a nap in Central Park.
Walked along the Freedom Trail in Boston.
Ate lobster and got stuck in a rainstorm in Maine.
I took a road trip across the country with my little sister, and felt selfish that I got her to myself for four months this summer.
I cried more than any other year. but I smiled and laughed even more.
Out with the Old, in with the new.
I loved the old,
But the new is waiting, sparkling, taunting, promising.
Bring in 2010.