Brought in the new year with fireworks that lit up the sky, a glass of champagne and a kiss from my blue-eyed boy at the stroke of midnight, spent the first hour of 2012 memorizing his body pressed close and his warm breath against my neck, tried to decipher drunk celebratory texts I received from my dearest friends, drove home on empty roads with tired but content eyes around five in the morning, watched the sun rise from my front porch and thought of endings and new beginnings and how this life is just one long road that we’ve got to keep driving, no looking back.
This year, I resolve to write more and worry less, to take more pictures of the things I’ll miss someday, to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, as they say. Here’s to 2012 being the best year yet!
