C and I will be wrapping up 2007 in Montréal. Then for the first, it's down to Brooklyn to hang out with Mitch and his sister for an evening. Then it's the Basking Ridge Marriott for a couple of nights before heading back . . . where? home? . . . to Baltimore. Not that I'd really call the place we occasionally inhabit in Baltimore "home" anymore. These days, home is a word that doesn't seem to apply to anywhere. Or maybe the problem is that it applies to everywhere. And so we need to find other words and phrases to describe the places where we happen to be. For instance, there's "the place we're selling" and "the place we're buying." These are also known as "the place we're leaving" and "the place we're going to." Then there are many other places which are simply referred to as "the place where we're sleeping." And I can tell when the place where we're sleeping one night is different from the night before because the bed feels different against my body. The dips and the bumps touch me in different spots. And sometimes the mattress is too short and my feet hang off the end and they get cold. And so I've taken to wearing wool socks to bed. Because I'm just too tall for some blankets. And sometimes it seems like everybody other than me is an Oompa-Loompa.

And you're probably getting a little sick of this refrain, aren't you? The moving. The driving. I'm sorry, but I can't seem to find language to talk about much of anything else. It's getting old, I know. Believe me, nobody feels it more than me. But the writing never comes easy for me while I'm en route. I've never been able to properly explain myself under these circumstances (Thanks, Hunter). Which is why I usually leave it up to photos.

But it is the last day of 2007, dammit, and that calls for a toast. (As if I haven't done enough drinking over the last week.) So I raise my flask to ya'll and I drink to the year ahead and to Home, wherever that may be. Have a safe and happy New Year's Eve. May you find yourself next to somebody kissable tonight. And may you be too intoxicated to read this post for at least a couple of days.

And because today is a day of looking back and "best of" lists, here's a Nicolasix Recap, 2007:

January: I switched to a Mac and Catherine dropped some science.

February: We started a bathroom remodel and I learned that I am, in fact, the type of person that pees on his scarf.

March: C and I began our life as nomads. Went to Austin for SXSWi, then spent a few weeks in Japan.

April: I found use for a Winter coat in spring. Our bathroom remodel ended with a visit from The Wolf.

May: We closed on a house.

June: We moved to Baltimore and I lost a ring.

July: I fixed a wall, invented a new recipe for turkey burgers. Oh, and we decided to move again.

August: Went to Dallas.

September: I came to the fearful conclusion that my neighbor might be a werewolf.

October: Toured the lingerie section, struggled with a bit of fact and fiction. And what was once lost became found.

November: I wore my heart on my sleeve and discovered I am the zen caramel filling.

December: I wrote the greatest post in the world and got Hoshi a new set of tires.

And that about covers the last year.

Now on to 2008.

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