Usually there doesn’t seem to be a whole lot of point in blogging. The commercialism and the me me me nature of it does get to me. But then I think, fuck it, because I do love to look back and laugh at myself and my self-indulgentness from time to time.
The cliché of time flying has never felt truer. 2016 still seems like some fake number of a year, and I find myself wondering out loud how it can already be March, why are the hot cross buns on the shelf, it’ll be Christmas before we know it. And no joke, my PA is looking at Christmas venues at the moment. Summer is over and I’m halfway to being another year older.
2015 was a big year. In fact the biggest. Never in my many, many old lady years have I done more, or had more happen to me, in 12 very short months. 2014 was a year I would rather forget, a year that I don’t think I’ll ever think anything positive of. Sure some good stuff happened, but no memory will ever come close to being as strong as the loss of my dear Marcel. He will be what 2014 is about for me, forever. So those times when I feel guilty, indulgent, for my 2015, I again think fuck it, because we needed a good one.
In terms of a big year, 2015 was also the most expensive I’ve ever had, and the most expensive I can ever imagine having. But then I’m sure in another 5 years I’ll look back and the money will be forgotten. I hope.
Our ‘must get out of this house, must get out of Sydney, must do something to distract our minds, must renovate and sell so let’s go away’ turned into the trip of a lifetime. A year on (sob) from being in Mexico and my heart aches looking at the photos, which I do most days. Even the sub-freezing NYC bring a tear to my eye. It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago and it was just the best time. Not regretting our no holding back attitude for one second. Not my waistline, not my wallet. All worth it. What I wouldn’t give for a Shake Shack burger right now.
But there is so much good going on at the moment. We’ll be renovating our new house for the next fiftyhundred years, but it’s going to be so worth it. Again I hope. We are just adoring living here and we should have done it sooner. Not through lack of trying, and no regrets on choices we made, but we just knew how great it would be here.
It’s great but dangerous. You know when your gay, single friends start commenting on how much you’ve been going out that it might be time to reign it in. Even without counting the Arq check ins when you’re not actually there. So after Mardi Gras, it’s all over. It’s funny because everyone else is gearing up for Mardi Gras with extreme detoxes and juice cleanses. I figure I’m doing my liver a favour by preparing for it.
Enjoy liver, because the party is literally over. I’m going to join that gym around the corner that I’ve had my eye on for months. No more Monday night wines, just because the weekends don’t feel long enough, or I’m still trying to not feel unwell from the weekend.
A very, very belated welcome to 2016. I don’t know how 2015 will ever be topped but let’s give it a go.