The pubs I spent New Years Eve at in beautiful Greasbrough: 1. The Crown, 2. The Ship, 3. The Yellow Lion (where I rang it in). A much smaller affair than I had planned/boasted, but a great time all the same
The fast and fabulous transition I have taken from 2010 to 2011 has given me pause to evaluate all that has happened to and for me in the past year ([un]surprisingly). My travels around England have almost been travels around myself, as I’ve had chance to get back to all that which I left behind in October 2008. It has been a thoroughly enjoyable and edifying process, and as such I feel moved to share it with those that care to listen, that it might offer a chance to reflect on their own traverse across life in 2010.
For me, 2010 began much as 2009 had, with an insufferable headache and a few largely benign regrets. Some of which required reparations, others merely mental strength. I won’t bore you with an exhaustive blow by blow of all the things that have happened to me, but I can hopefully skim over some of the highlights in order to illustrate how important a year this was to me.
On January 4th this year, I decided that I’d take a walk across London from Waterloo station to Euston to gather my thoughts and slow down what had really been a race against time up to that point. I set off on New Years eve to West Yorkshire, and in what can only be described as a whistle-stop tour, I traversed the greater span of the country in order to see old friends and re-visit old haunts (major kudos to the british rail system, you were the best supporting actor of this picture). It was a smashing success, and as I emerged from Waterloo station that Tuesday and gazed upon that famous sunset, I was in paradise. It didn’t matter that the actual setting sun was obscured behind the predictable grey of a British January day, an enormous feeling of wellbeing flowed over me.
As I crossed that dirty old river via the Westminster bridge I mused upon what had made my 2010. A year down at the new job, more dating than ever before, new and exciting friendships, the opportunity for funs that this afforded me, an automobile accident parlayed into a triumphant arrival in Capitol Hill and more gigs, happy hours, communal meals, parties and all around joy than any one man should legally be allowed.
I stood in the shadow of Big Ben as it tolled the hour and I knew things were disgustingly good. I live where I’m supposed be, I am finding and taking the opportunities I should be. Could 2010 have been better? Possibly. But then I’d probably feel far too guilty about it.
So tonight I raise my glass to you, old friends and new. I hope we’ll have a chance to do so in person many more times before this whole thing is through. And perhaps at a greater frequency than once every two years, regardless of where we all end up.
I also got to watch Back to the Future on New Years day……that movie flippin’ ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!