Saturday, 1 January 2011

And at the stroke of twelve on Dec 31st, I was....

on a bus.

Sounds pathetic doesn't it? But really, that seemed the only way to usher in a year that I know is going to emotionally and physically drain me because I've got to mentally prepare myself to move..again.

And for some reason, as I looked out of that window at empty roads and flickering street lamps, I couldn't help thinking of how much of this year is going to pass by me through windows.

I feel like a sodding lump of lead. Oh well.

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