NYE: Once More From The Top
I’d say I’m sorry for not writing, but at this point, life has been happening. I’m not upset, and I refuse to apologize for having an amazing year. It just means I’ll have to use other ways of capturing the happenings.
I’ve got the urge to write at the moment because I feel I need to record this moment. I feel this need because I just feel like this is a subtly major moment.
It is, as the title indicates, New Years 2011/2012. I am currently sitting in my friend’s family’s vacation home in Grand Lake, Colorado. I have a small tumbler with the Macallan 12 poured. My friends have all gone to bed, and I’m up watching the fire slowly die. The post countdown Dick Clark New Years music concert is playing on the TV. It’s cold outside, and I’m surrounded by mountains. It’s incredibly tranquil. This scene is not new in any way. This was how I spent the hour after midnight last year. It is a familiar feeling that I find incredibly calming.
At the same time, I’m looking back to Seattle to things that are going on that I’m missing and I’m feeling mixed emotions. I am writing this just as the clock is about to count down on the west coast. Literally, as I type this sentence, my friends are counting down the seconds to a new year. I wish I could spend this time with them, but I’m also thankful for the peacefulness and tranquility to start the year. It would not be peaceful, it would be raucous and energetic, bordering on crazy. While I’m not sure that it would be healthy to start my year that way, given how frantic my life always is, I’m still a little sad I’m not there.
Yet, these conflicting temperaments leave me hopeful and excited for the new year. I generally don’t care for New Years and all the “THIS YEAR IS GONNA BE SO MUCH MORE AWESOME THAN LAST YEAR!!!” stuff. I find it a bit hokey normally. But this year is different. It just…feels…different, and that’s what’s exciting.
So, dear world, I raise my glass of scotch to you. 2011, thanks for the memories. 2012, let’s roll.
