Back in July, I found out the store where I'd worked for nearly 5 years was closing by the end of September. I wasn't devastated exactly, but it meant an upheaval. There were times over the course of the next three months that I felt broken and lost, confused how to proceed. It wasn't just that I was losing income (I was fairly sure I could find a way to make money) it was that I was losing something that provided a lot of stability in my daily routine. Something that, in a way, had defined me since the middle of my undergrad years.
It was kind of fitting that, up to that point of the year, my favourite album had been - and I still think it's the best thing I heard in 2014 - Beck's Morning Phase. It wasn't a breakup album per se, but it dealt with a lot of complex emotions, this kind of guilty, misbegotten happy-sad. Trying to reconcile the despair at the end of something with the possibilities presented by the new beginning. There were other personal issues floating around in those days, and the giant amorphous bummer capped by the glimmer of hopalreadye that the Beck album represented became the soundtrack to my summer.