What could be better than ringing in the New Year with family? Watching one’s favorite cousins and their significant others smooch romantically on the beach at midnight, in the manner of a voyeuristic perv, tucked away under a palm tree while sucking back on a bottle of Moet and reading ‘Batgirl: Year One’ by the flickering light of exploding fireworks from Paradise Island?
Please don’t anybody answer that question. It’s purely rhetorical.
I know many of us are stranded on our own little islands of solitude without anyone to kiss when the clock strikes twelve. Some have lovers in other cities. Others are single and loving it, surrounded by delightful friends. Still others have chosen the pleasant stay-at-home-and-wallow-in-singlehood route. I dedicate this entry to each of you, with love. And a kiss! *smooch*
Tradition has it that on the three hundred and sixty fifth day of the old year, we reflect on what has passed, and start making plans and promises for the time to come.
I count myself fortunate to have been crazy in love this year; unrequited or not, nothing equals that rush. Lucky to have found a job that I am passionate about at the Snail, and all the people I work with there that I adore. Finally managed to connect properly with Chrissy, and am doubly blessed with the rich dowry of friends she brings along. Old friendships still protect me like hoops of steel. Kept a diary continuously for the first time in my life. Survived a very difficult time of transition for me and my parents. Mortgage grows smaller. Sketchbook grows fuller.
Optimistic, undaunted, I brace for my twenty-sixth year of life.
Happy New Year, LJ readers!