In a few hours, the year will draw to a close.
We will jump, a little too happy from all the stuff consumed, and hug and shout and hug some more.

So many things to be grateful for this year. So much growing up in a quiet manner. So many memories. So much maturity and so much more immaturity. So much love for the people who made it worth it.

Tonight at 12, when I'll think of everyone of consequence, I'll miss you. I know you know that, and it's true. I don't know if I'll text you or if we'll make jumpy, spirited calls to you or whether I'll just have to shut my eyes tight and wish you inside of my head.

New year's is just another day. January 1st is just another day too. But if either make you happy, then nothing else matters.

2012 will be remembered for being exactly what it was. Big smiles and sparkling eyes.

The last week of the year is upon us.

This year like most years has passed us by so fast that it felt like only a few months. And now it's Christmas and all red-and-green and festive. Everyone is putting on scarves and pretending it's cold and drinking chocolate milk with cookies shapes like Christmas trees. 

I always spend the last few days of the year generally making mental lists of the good and bad things of the year that went by. It's satisfying because no matter how long the list of the bad things is, you are now past them and the new year with its endless possibilities is afoot.

The weather is a little better than what is usually is and the people on the street look happier than usual too. It's a nice time to, you know, just be.