In 2022

I am ready for this year to end

Camille Beredjick
4 min readDec 27, 2022
The structures of Stonehenge on a sunny day
A highlight of this year. Photo by the author.

Content warning: This essay discusses suicidal ideation

In 2022 I read 86 books. I discovered new-to-me authors to whom I am now devoted. I read more books than ever by queer and trans and Black and Indigenous authors. I got really into audiobooks, then overdid it and stopped. I audited my bookshelves and gave 30-something books away to friends and neighbors.

In 2022 I explored. I went to restaurants I’d never been to and bookstores I’d always wanted to visit. I went sledding for the first time and did not care that I was the oldest person there without a child. I said yes to things that usually scare me. I became a tourist in my own city and loved every minute of it because, well, you know how much I love my city.

In 2022 I traveled. I went to London for the first time and Nice for the first time and Ventimiglia for the first time and Minneapolis for the first time and Palm Springs for the first time. I went to Wisconsin and Florida and Paris and New York and Portland and Los Angeles and Washington, D.C. I held dear friends’ new babies and saw another dear friend’s baby all grown into a toddler and visited my sister-in-law in action at their job and saw faraway coworkers for the first time in years and reunited with family I hadn’t hugged since my wedding or longer. I finally got to use the new…

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Camille Beredjick
Camille Beredjick

Written by Camille Beredjick

Writer in Chicago: LGBTQ issues, mental health, family, relationships, & more

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