So today is the first day of 2015. It’s 7:30 in the evening, and I am nowhere near recovering from my NYE’s hangover. Last year, I read on the Guardian that hangovers supposedly start to hit hard at the age of 29.
“What used to mean a slow start to a Saturday becomes something between a mild medical emergency and the strong suspicion that demons are trying to escape from inside your brain.”
I don’t know about you but I found this so true. Right now, I am lying in bed, eating Speculoos fudge from my Xmas present stock, and trying to make peace with those little demons in my head. Next door in the kitchen, my poor boyfriend is slaving away making the day’s second hangover cure: Spaghetti Bolognese. English breakfast was the first one. If one asks me about the bright sides of going out with a younger English man, I sure know the answers. English breakfast and spaghetti bolognese are not the particular reasons for my having said Yes to the Marry Me question but it is a package deal 😉
Yep, I am marrying my English man. 2014 marked the beginning of our engagement. I actually like wearing a ring. I have much less trouble with men trying to chat me up, unless it was in a dark packed pub when one failed to notice the sparkle from my diamond ring. Nah, I am just kidding. I like the ring because whenever I glance at my ring, I can feel his presence, love and commitment. It is a warm feeling.
But before you start asking me about when, what, where or about wedding and babies, please not. Those little demons just made another attempt to escape and I ran out of fudge a few minutes ago.
By the end of 2014, I felt like I was much wiser despite that fact that I had my only wisdom tooth taken out – but it is a different story. I started to take care of myself more. I ran and practiced yoga on regular basis. I mostly ate healthy food (except for Ian’s delicious pizzas but you wouldn’t judge me if you tried them). I drunk reasonably less (until the Irish and the Kiwis came for fireworks in Amsterdam, they said). I grew herbs. I enjoyed my little crochet projects. This is the one I am most proud of
All in all, I am pretty pleased with my 2014. The night-out that ended my 2014 was a bit on the crazy side but I was happy to catch up with some friends I thought I have lost since I moved away from Newcastle. We watch some amazing fireworks in Amsterdam. Having stood on a bridge over the Prinsegracht canal, we were literally surrounded by fireworks. The air was filled with whistles of excitement and smell of gunpowder. Needless to mention the dance of fire.
When the clock stroke 30 minutes after midnight, we went back to the pub where the locals sang karaoke in Dutch. My feet were cold but my heart was warm. The alcohol in my blood loosened my inhibitions. I remember having laughed a lot. I remember one girl having told me that I have such a happy smile. She is not the first person telling me so but she reminds me of how lucky I am to be happy. That is all I wish for in 2015 I think: being happy.