Reposted: 00.36am

New Year came. 36 minutes ago. It came anyway, even if there had been no counting down.

It was a year of twists and turns. A year of 16 flights. The flights left me with so much more than just stamps on my crumpled passport. The two extreme ends of the spectrum of emotions, and definitely nothing in between. All months shouldn't be at least considered, except that I loved November and December. By "loved," I mean it.

It's been raining. I'd scoffed at the thought of sneaking through the crowd with my swollen face, so simply I holed up in a corner all night. No counting down, and a lot of counting up.

Happy New Year.