Welcomed the new year alone on the dance-floor with family elsewhere either in someone else’s house, watching fireworks or being an ocean away. I’ve never been so far away from them and yet so near. Love doesn’t require distance but fondness is accumulated in their absence. Needless to say, I enjoyed welcoming the end of the world and mid-song, mid-swing I remember thinking, “hey, if this old world decides to end, let it for as long as we’re dancing!” We stayed up all night. The parents followed and we all had the first breakfast of the year at Andoks on silent Session Road. It was magnificent.
And I was definitely happy! Welcome 2012!