New Year's Eve
Dec. 31st, 2020 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rich_jackoThis is normally the point when I'd post a round-up of the year that's gone, but I think I've documented this one quite enough through my weekly lockdown diaries - a habit I wasn't expecting to need to keep for more than 12 weeks, yet here we are, 41 weeks later with at least another 14 to go (and probably a lot longer).
I did consider writing a list of 20 good things about 2020, but I find I'm just not in the mood for it today. I started, but my list was mainly just small reliefs from one form of ongoing misery or another. And for its (hopefully!) final act of aggression, with only an hour to go, 2020 is going to take away my right to freely live, work and study in thirty other European countries. For that and everything else, it doesn't deserve any positive commentary. Instead, I'm simply going to say good effing riddance to you, 2020. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Actually do. Hard. I hope you fall down the stairs as well.
I'd also normally take this opportunity to set out my plans and ambitions for the coming year. Except I haven't made any, because it seems a pointless exercise in the current situation. I really only have one hope for next year, and that's to get some semblance of my life back at some point.
So, there are no parties. I'm having an early night. And as I log off, I say to 2021, please be kinder to everyone and do not let us all down!
I did consider writing a list of 20 good things about 2020, but I find I'm just not in the mood for it today. I started, but my list was mainly just small reliefs from one form of ongoing misery or another. And for its (hopefully!) final act of aggression, with only an hour to go, 2020 is going to take away my right to freely live, work and study in thirty other European countries. For that and everything else, it doesn't deserve any positive commentary. Instead, I'm simply going to say good effing riddance to you, 2020. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Actually do. Hard. I hope you fall down the stairs as well.
I'd also normally take this opportunity to set out my plans and ambitions for the coming year. Except I haven't made any, because it seems a pointless exercise in the current situation. I really only have one hope for next year, and that's to get some semblance of my life back at some point.
So, there are no parties. I'm having an early night. And as I log off, I say to 2021, please be kinder to everyone and do not let us all down!
