A year ago today, I moved into my new house.

I was looking around the place this afternoon, remembering that day a year ago, how it had snowed so much, how I unpacked everything right away, starting with hooking up the computer, and met up with the gang at Laika’s later that night. It made me realize how very little has changed since then, how uneventful 2005 has been. After 2004 which saw a major breakup, trips to Morocco and Scotland, career change, house purchase and the adoption of my dog, 2005 was simply the year the dust settled.

There’s an upside to having a life that’s free of cataclismic changes; I got into the best shape I’ve been in since my early 20s, started up guitar again, made lots of new friends, and became better friends of the old ones. Things could be a lot worse. And after all, there’s still three weeks for something memorable to happen in 2005.