we’ll drink a cup of kindness yet

I hope all of you have a healthy, happy, and safe New Year’s celebration.

 This year…where do I even begin? I started it the exact same way I ended it: in my parents’ house, attending their annual NYE party with my best friend.  I’ve gotten a few invitations to other events, but there is literally nowhere else I’d rather be on the planet.  Not just because it’s at my parents’, but because it’s with people that I love and it’s an excuse to wear something pretty, eat great food, and watch my mother make a fool of herself on the dance floor.

2009 was at times the worst year of my life.  There were a lot of low points: That weekend down in New Jersey where I walked along the beach, crying hysterically because I knew I wanted to come home.  The dinner with Mom and Dad where I broke down and admitted I wanted more in my life than a life on the stage.  A struggle with disordered eating that I really don’t care to detail but suffice to say I am completely past it and healthy.  And, of course, the move to New York that still feels like a crazy dream to me.  I really don’t believe it even happened; when I think about it it’s as if I am peering through saltwater.

But then, oh the highs.  Obama’s Inauguration.  The trips to Trenton and St. Louis.  Finding out Dad would be the 2012 Olympics head coach and going insane because it was months before I could actually tell anyone about it.  The final countdown to the regional final win when Mom and Nonna smooshed me together in a sandwich hug of three generations.  Winning the National Championship, surrounded by my family, and seeing my sister cry as she hugged Kaili, which of course made me lose it entirely.  Meeting President Obama, a man I admire tremendously (it’s borderline obsession), and getting to tour the White House.  The people I met this summer in NYC, and all of the wonderful dinners (obligatory shoutout to the Feast Infection Tuesday Night Dinner), conversations, and thrills.  Navigating my way through the insanity that is the Big Apple and feeling so proud when I actually managed to say to someone “I know the subways really well” and mean it.

And then there’s this, this blog I started on a lark one day when I was sick on the couch and wanted to document my travels with the team.  I mentioned it to a friend, she posted it on the Boneyard, and the rest they say is history.  All of my readers: I’m giving you a great big giant hug.  You all made my year enumerably more satisfying.  I cherish the times I’ve had telling you about my life, both basketball related and non.  Here’s to many more stories to tell.

See you in 2010…

ally

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2 thoughts on “we’ll drink a cup of kindness yet

  1. No, THANK YOU, for letting us into yours and the team's life! We, the fans, are so taken by this team and every team that has gone before. Fans can tell when the comradery is genuine, and how really focused they are, one game at a time, to the prize at the end “of the rainbow”. There is a genuine love in CT of everything UCONN women's basketball! Once again, many thanks, and best wishes for a happy and healthy New Year to you and your family!

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  2. I second the previous comment from 'vamcd'.

    I thank you for letting me (and other readers) feel asif I was there with you. You opened the world I would not know exist. I never knew about college sports until 2 years ago and UCONN Women's Basketball is one of the team I like. However, your blogs and tweets made me feel closer to the team even though I am very far.

    Besides basketball, you let me see you life. I really enjoyed your blogs and tweets. Everytime I read them, I felt like I was watching a movie.

    Again, thank you, and may all the best wishes be for you, your family, and UConn Women's Basketball!!

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