I choose to believe that 2012 will not mark the end of days, though I’m sure the Mayans are all really nice people. I very much enjoyed visiting their home last February.

While I do not believe we are doomed, I do believe in living 2012, and every year and every day to the fullest. Not as though it were my last, because that is far too morbid, but too their full potential. I love Hallmark’s most recent campaign, “Life is a special occasion.” And therefore, I think this year should be treated as such. I’ve already told you about exciting family news, which means another summer full of events (and I was JUST saying, I didn’t know when I’d be back in Vermont next!). And I’ve already shared my goals for the coming year. But already, just three days into the new year, I’m finding myself with new motivation and new desires.
New motivation wise, well, for one, my cousin’s wedding. It’s absolutely the bride’s day, but I want to treasure the memories (pictures!) from her big day as much as I treasure those from mine, and I don’t want to dislike the way I look. Plus, I anticipate needing to fit into a bridesmaids dress (for the first time ever in my soon to be 31 years!). And then of course there is the motivation I’ve been sharing for a while, a mini-Gpie.
So I’ve got to get to work. Lifelong healthy, a wedding, and preparing my body for a baby – ready, set, go!
While I’m on the topic, can I tell you something else I’d REALLY like? One of these (or two, if Hubs would let me).

That’s right, let’s pile it on. I want a baby. And a dog. A German Short-haired Pointer to be exact. I’m really not picky on the breed of baby
The issue? 1090 sq. feet here a) doesn’t allow pets and 2) doesn’t provide a TON of space for a baby.

Which has me toying with the idea of moving back here.

Oh sweet baby Jesus. I know that’s what you’re thinking. It’s the conflict that lives inside me too. We aren’t in a position to buy ANOTHER home, so our choices right now are condo (close to work, close to DC, perfect for 2) or townhouse (far from work, far from city, LOTS more space and dogs allowed). I should really re-read my post titled “I Blame Fairfax,” in which I state “…Fairfax has sucked the life out of me.” But, I’m wondering if I’ve grown, or changed since April 2009. I’m wondering if 2012 Gwen can make Fairfax a real home. (Also doesn’t hurt that our very close friends just bought a house down the road from the townhouse so I wouldn’t feel “alone.”).
Why do adult decisions have to be so hard?
2012, you’re coming on fast and furious. And I really wouldn’t have it any other way. Also, Gwen/Self, girl, you’re achangin.