Ah, I always get excited about the new year. I mean it's just a marker, completely arbitary, but I always feel joy. Something is going to happen. I don't know what, but it will, and always does. I always ring the new year in with the bells of Big Ben - 11 hours after our own, but since we don't stay up past 10 am, the northern hemisphere's fireworks are good enough for us. I think I get teary at the possibility, you know?
But, there's moments where I just think, welllllp, another year closer to death...