The past year has been interesting in the Chinese sense. I had my right adrenal gland removed Jan 2008. This cured me of both uncontrollable Hypertension and uncontrollable low potassium. Turns out low potassium can also cause depression. (who knew? - not me, that's for dang sure)
It took most of the year to recover from surgery. In the fall I started Zumba, and promptly injured my ankle. When my ankle was almost well in October, I missed the last 3 steps going downstairs and fell. I am now recovered from THAT, and the heaviest I have ever been. Started a new diet and exercise regime. I weighed in at 222 the beginning of January, and have lost 6 lbs so far. I am getting much more regular about both the diet and exercise now that I don't hurt all the time.
The company I work for was bought by another bank. I work for the mortgage division, and we don't know what they plan to do with us. It looks good so far...
The man's mom died late in January of this year. After she was laid to rest (in the midst of a big snowstorm, so it took more time that it should have), he informed me he really doesn't love me anymore, and wants me to move out. He's giving me till May, and suspending rent for march & april. Our relationship lasted over 20 years, and now it's nothing.
We're getting along okay during this time. It is (at least to me) sometimes awkward. My heart aches for a love that is no more, and has been gone for a while, I guess.
The good part is most of my life is still in boxes from my last move. I didn't get rid of everything when I moved, but had planned big yard sales last year to divest of furniture and housewares. This couldn't be accomplished due to my long recuperating time from surgery. I still have stuff to dispose of, and will sort thru and toss at the storage unit when the weather breaks in March. It will probably be the easiest move logistically since I moved out of my parents house using my pick-up truck. :)
At this point in time, I feel I am at a nexus. I could do anything. I could go anywhere. The only thing keeping me in Dayton is my job. My Mom lives in Florida, and we talk on the phone at least twice a week. Dad is buried in Kentucky, so I don't get to visit his grave as often as I would if he were here in Dayton. I could live anywhere in the world, and it wouldn't matter to my (non-existant) relationship with my sister. I love my friends in the SCA, and would (actually) still have a good relationship with them, no matter where I am.