- An appetite for avocados. This is a big deal, everyone. When avocados randomly became trendy, I thought they were disgusting. They are mushy green ovals that basically have a round rock in the middle and that barely have a taste. But people were offended that I didn’t like them, and I was embarrassed that I, a millennial, thought they were gross, so I forced myself to eat them anyway. Many months later, it worked. I actually like them. I can eat an entire avocado half plain with a spoon and not gag. Talk about self improvement.
- A crocheting addiction. I am not exaggerating when I say I spent almost all of 2020 crocheting, pulling apart what I made, crocheting it again, pulling it apart again, and finally finishing it. The only reason this addiction came to fruition is because I was assigned six different articles for work on how to crochet things. So by the time I finished thoroughly researching and writing each one, I already knew how to crochet. Might as well try it for real, I thought. Two hats, a scarf, three sweaters, five bags, a large blanket, and too many Netflix shows later, I cannot seem to stop.
- 43 more books. Am I going to end up like Rory Gilmore, stacking books under my bed and in drawers because I don’t have space for them? Yes. Am I upset about it? Absolutely not.
- Steadily increasing debt. The last time I checked, I have paid off -4% of my student loans. Negative four percent. So things are clearly going well on that front.
- Knowledge of what it’s like to live in a fireplace. See the article I wrote about ash falling from the sky and why it’s important to eat ice cream.
- Dog mind-reading skills. I’ve spent so much time with my dog by now that we are basically the same being. He is really just another of my appendages. Every morning I wake up to find that sometime during the night he crawled up under my arms and fell asleep next to my face. If I go to the bathroom, he comes and lays on my feet. I can look at him and tell if he’s anxious about something or doesn’t like the music I’m listening to or wants to play with his squirrel toy but the scary vacuum is in the way.
- Nightly dreams consisting of Harry Styles flirting with me. Honestly, I hope to never get rid of these. Keep them coming. The only downside is when I wake up and the realization hits that I did not, in fact, sit across from Harry at dinner last night while he gracefully ate spaghetti and complimented my taste in romantic comedies.
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