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Farewell 2009

There are moments where you feel like you’re frozen in time.

On the last day of the year, I have come face to face with that moment. Some people say that when you die, you see your life flash before your eyes. In this instance, since the time I woke, the last year, month by month, moment by moment, has flashed before me.

Whilst gobbling down the Christmas cake my dear cousin had sent us, I write this, while reminiscing the good and the bad of this year. Mostly bad, but there’s a silver lining in everything. Most of the lining (as normal lining always is) was hidden and the most recent, obviously came really late.  But here’s another cliché for you, better late than never eh? Okay, I’m done with the corny clichés, or am I?

So this year was a tough one, but I’m over it.

It was hard to do, but I let go of my past. I’ve embraced new people,  had my heart broken (I will always stand by what I said – we were better friends than lovers), met some great people as well as one that has my heart, and I’m on my way to better health and a better future.

So, all in all, I wanna say Goodbye and Good Riddance Year 2009, 2010 is gonna kick ass.

Bring out the Bubbly people. See what I did there? No? Darn it, I’ve been watching too much How I Met Your Mother.

Have a great New Years folks. Cheers.

I leave you with a poem by Conventry Patmore;

With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear.
It needs no art,
With faint, averted feet
And many a tear,
In our opposèd paths to persevere.
Go thou to East, I West.
We will not say
There ‘s any hope, it is so far away.
But, O, my Best,
When the one darling of our widowhead,
The nursling Grief,
Is dead,
And no dews blur our eyes
To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazèd meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.