Nov - Dec came to me in waves. My neighbours were having a light show on New Years Eve: crimson, the colour of ripe lemon and a deep blue, all from my window. Exactly three weeks before this, my ma was holding my hand in her own like a child, roles reversed, it was my first night at that place. Matias was there too, rubbing my back the way he does and saying "we'll be alright, we'll be alright'. I didn't sleep well because I remember waking to the sound of new feet shuffling in the corridor just after midnight, a new neighbour unpacking in the dark followed by a small tired voice peeping in asking me if I was asleep, if they served a nice breakfast and whether I thought I was going to stay here for long.
I've made a list of things one morning in my journal, some small (and big) things for this year:
- invest in a sturdy analogue, be visually mindful and take more photographs
- be in the kitchen more, start from the very beginning. your ma has a world of stories to share
- rock climbing, lap swimming, running by the sea
- learn how to drive
- work hard but be humble
A happiest new year to you. I hope this year is a good one for me too.
