I tend to be pretty nostalgic on New Year's Eve as I contemplate the closing year and the new one opening before me. This particular Eve is especially full of memories, since ten years ago today, Garry and I started our post-college life in a little apartment in Beaverton, Oregon. We moved in at the end one of the wettest Decembers on record with a two-month-old baby, two degrees but no job for Garry, and not a friend in the state. The next week, The Bartle Bulletin, then a weekly email newsletter designed to keep in touch with faraway friends and family, was born.
This New Year definitely feels like turning the page into a new chapter of my family's life.