I hope that everyone had a nice holiday and got to spend time with family and friends. Now that the previous statement has been made - on to the news!
I've said this many times in this blog - this is going to be interesting. Things just got interesting. It is possible that this post may become long and potentially sappy, but I'm just trying to grasp some of what has been swarming my brain for the last several weeks.
It is official - I am seeing someone. I had chosen to put the blog into hiatus until she was aware of it's existence and wanted to make sure that she didn't have a problem with me talking about her in a public forum. She is someone that I work with, indirectly, but is not a scientist (thankfully). She is a graduate student in the English department. She is very intelligent, shares my twisted sense of humor, is tall and just happens to be incredibly beautiful. We share similar taste in music, movies and even sports - more specifically we have a passion for baseball. I didn't know that someone existed that would be not just willing to, but actually suggest sitting in the living room while blaring Tool's Undertow while watching a muted Sportscenter and working on a crossword puzzle together as an evening event. She is the most amazing person that I have ever met and more than could have ever imagined. We've crammed so much time together into only a couple weeks of "dating", that it feels I have known her years and been together for at least several months.
Now, I'm going to get into a little bit of weirdness. Sometimes you really have to search for parallels and commonalities between people, other times they smack you right in the face. I am the older of two brothers, my uncle is the older of two brothers. I was born on his birthday. She was born on my Aunt's birthday (uncle's wife). But it doesn't stop here - my birthday is also her brother's birthday. This is just a single example that we discovered on our first date, but the parallels go so deep that it almost seems predestined. Our parents careers while we were being raised are another example - mothers were teachers (music/primary), fathers worked for the government (city/federal). She went to her mother's university, I went to my father's. I mentioned that our taste in music was similar - but liking the same seven year old mediocre song from a now widely despised band because of a single dull drum strike 3/4 of the way into the song - seriously? You can't make this stuff up.
Just a few weeks ago, I had been trying to force myself to get motivated. Trying to convince myself that my time in my current job would be worthwhile and beneficial to my future life. It had been almost a sensation of sleepwalking or just going through the motions at work and at home. Now, things seem to be changing quickly. I feel motivated. I feel alive. I am thinking about what I want to do in the future. I feel reassured about the path I have traveled. All of the stupid bullshit I've had to deal with from the past decade feels like a distant memory - means to an end, nothing more.
To answer the question that many of you may have been considering - Megan.