As I look through my old picture files and the archives of my blog, memories of the past year rush in. Memories of summer days, a trip to the zoo, past litters of kittens. Memories of crisp fall days. Memories of Virginia, the three day long road trip, driving through mountains, the experience of living in a new house, going to a new church, and living in a new state for a month. Memories of the worn streets in Colonial Williamsburg, the thick soup, and homemade root beer. The memories of catching crabs, going on a sail boat for the first time, weekend trips to my great-aunt and uncle's. Then the memories of coming back to Kansas. The undeniably cozy feeling of being back at home. And I wonder why it took me so long to get around to writing an end of the year post.
Two thousand eleven was the year I entered the blogging world, turned thirteen, started eighth grade, took a trip to Colorado, learned to bloom where you're planted, and enjoy the simple things. And now the new year is well on its way and another birthday of mine is right around the corner. I now realize one of the great things about keeping up a project 365 blog. So you can look back and remember a part of that day that you wanted to capture, because it's hard to sum up one whole year in just a single post.
All in all, two thousand eleven was a great year. And me and two thousand twelve? We're already fast friends.
p.s. You may notice some changes to my template and sidebar. More clean-cut lines. A little easier on the eye. It was time. I had swapped headers and called it a "new design" for too long. It'll take some getting used to, but I like it :)