And yet again a year has gone by. I remember reading something to the effect of “the years go fast, and the days go so slow” somewhere. Actually that’s lyrics to a Modest Mouse song. But that’s diverting off topic. The point is that yet another year is over and I stand poised to move into a new phase of my life, in a new city, in new surroundings and under new circumstances. And now I again get the feeling that the days are trudging along, while at the same time knowing in my heart that at this time next year I will be yet again marvelling at how fast the years go by.
But it’s all piecing together now. I will see Incubus in a few months, I will study something I like a lot, and live in the City of Lights (Paris.) Last year ended with more of a whimper than a bang, the only highlight being a visit from my mother and sister to London. But hopefully this year will live up to its promises. The course sounds exciting, it already feels good to be in Paris etc. And I’m writing again of course.
