The last day of 2012, can you believe it’s here? What a year. It feels like it flew right by, but when I take a moment to judge it based on my reading, it feels like it lasted just a wee bit longer. The Great Gatsby, A Moveable Feast, and even Bleak House seem so long ago. Also (those of you who follow me on Twitter or Pinterest have seen the MANY pictures), I feel like I’ve had Chloe (my cat) forever, and she just came to me in March! So remembering not having her in January and February feels very long ago. I’ve also met some dear friends, here in my new(ish… not so new anymore) town in the span of this year. I’ve moved into my first stand-alone house, complete with a yard and incredible rose bushes. And I’ve gotten to know all of you so much better. I try very hard to concentrate on why it didn’t fly by, and rather savor the time and make it stretch out as long as possible. Everything in this world seems to be on warp speed, I’d like time to keep tick-tocking in regular speed, please.
I didn’t read as much this year as I normally do, but I’ve recently decided I’m ok with that. I do wish that I wouldn’t spend so much time on books that don’t deserve it, and make more time for books that do. Of course, I wish I’d had the TV off more, but that will probably always be the case. I’m happy with our read-a-long year and so grateful to all of the friends I’ve made through that. Thank you for your company, opinions, intelligence, and motivation.
I’m not a huge New Year’s person to be honest. It always makes me a bit nervous (as do birthdays), this marking of the passing of time. One minute it’s 2012 and the next it’s 2013; I get a bit anxious from it. And, when I used to go to New Year’s parties (which I stopped doing years ago), I always noticed how much more upset people would become when things weren’t going as they’d planned… I suppose it’s the expectations of the night being extraordinary and then having it be just plain fun instead – never seemed to live up to people’s standards. So, I stopped putting so much pressure on it. I’m usually home, I usually watch the ball drop, and then often it’s to bed with me so I can sleep through the turning of the year, and just wake up in the new one (refreshed and well rested) without having to hold my breath (or find the right person to kiss while avoiding all of the awkward ones). To say I’m a homebody is an understatement, but this is my tradition. What’s yours? I’d love to know how you all spend New Year’s Eve!
I’ll leave you with some lovely last lines of books (seemed fitting since this is the last “line” of the year). I chose some that seemed the most fitting for the end of a year – I hope you enjoy them. If you have others that you want to share, feel free to do that in the comments. The last one is my particular favorite for this particular holiday. I’ll see you tomorrow (er, next year). Hope tonight is magical, wonderful, and safe no matter how you celebrate!
After all, tomorrow is another day. – Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind
And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. – F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Out of this universal feast of death, out of this extremity of fever, kindling the rain-washed evening sky to a fiery glow, may it be that Love one day shall mount? – Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
Matter of fact, I think this is the youngest us ever felt. Amen. -Alice Walker, The Color Purple
That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended. -Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
I lingered among them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“Now vee may begin. Yes?” – Philip Roth, Portnoy’s Complaint