So here we are again, another year over and a new year begins. It’s technically just another day, another hour and another minute, but we make it special. It’s a mass ritual where we light up the sky and look up with renewed eyes. It’s a time of rebirth, and you can especially feel it when you walk the streets here after midnight. It sounds like a joyful armageddon with the entire country morphing into temporary pyromaniacs.
I’m personally celebrating the way I’ve done the last few years: with a bottle of Jack Daniels, my (now ex) husband, a guitar and our little kitchen. For New Year’s Eve over the past few years, we intended to have a low-key evening with snacks in the living room, but we eventually end up drunk in the kitchen jamming out to old rock songs. He’ll strum along to the songs of Boston, Led Zeppelin, and Neil Young, and I’ll dance and sing like a drunken rock muppet.
And here we are again, both of us starting new lives but still loving one another. I’d say we’re even in a heightened state of love these days…one that supersedes possession and expectation (before you’re too impressed, we do have our weak moments). We know this new year will bring massive change, and that it may not always be easy to navigate. Other people will come into our lives, inevitably. A few already have.
But at this moment, on this annual occasion of looking forward, we are just happy to ring in the new year together.
Happy New Year to all of you! Here’s to 2015. 🙂