Happy New Years from the east coast! I hope that 2025 is kind to us all- and that even if it isn't, that we're able to be kind to our loved ones, and they to us, in turn. I may not have control over what the future brings my way, but I can choose to steadfastly be by my loved ones' side.
New Years Eve was a sleepy, quiet little affair for me- it snowed, and rained, and rained some more- and my fingertips are cold to the touch. I spent it enjoying warm drinks (milk tea and coffee), and writing letters to my nearest and dearest reflecting on our how our lives have been entwined, and what I hope for up ahead, with them alongside me. What a gift it is, to love, and to be loved in turn. My childhood best friend hastily sent off a letter back, and I adore all of the little sparkly gel pel doodles and colours on it- with the promise of more: this was just sent off to 'make sure you got something for New Years!' cause it's well known NYE is my favourite holiday of the year, haha.
Everything is dark, and cold- but not dismal, outside. The sidewalks are shiny with ice quickly forming, frost creeping along the edges of the squares plodding across the ground. But I'm inside, all comfortable and cozy in a big sweater, and heavy, soft blankets, with freshly washed hair and sleepily full of an absurd amount of sushi. I've listened to the same song I always have to begin every year for over a decade, now, a personal ritual I make a point to observe- The Mountain Goats' 'This Year' as a promise to myself, to set the mood for the year up ahead.
2024 was brutal- and I hope that 2025 is kinder, to me, and to those I love.
Even if it isn't- I know that I will be.