… Aaaand I’m back.
Ideally, I’d return from my nearly month-long hiatus with something incredible to share with you – some fantastic travel stories, or a first draft of something exciting, or a preview of some amazing project that is about to launch.
But I got nothing. Sorry about that. Instead, I’ve spent the last few weeks dithering away my time doing a whole lot of nothing. I baked some cookies. I wrapped some presents. I spent some time with people I love. That’s what December is for: whiling away the last few short days of the year with friends and family and stuffing your face with as many baked goods as possible (because come January 1st, we all start anew, and the post-Christmas consumption of an entire pan of cookie bars was shameful, sure, but it happened last year).
And now, good heavens, it’s 2014. Which just sounds absolutely bonkers.
We’ve been down in Palm Springs for the past few days, and it was here, in a spacious and structurally unsound rental house (as best as we call tell, the sewer system is connected to the central air) that we rang in the New Year. I hovered around the television screen with our friends Sarah and Eric, and yelled at Rand to hurry up (every year, he picks the worse time to pee – when there are roughly 58 seconds left until midnight). He bounded out of the bathroom with a few seconds to spare, and we watched the ball drop in Times Square, ignoring as best we could the fact that it was a three-hour old recording, playing again for the convenience of us West Coasters.
Confetti rained down over the New York crowds and we kissed, and there was nothing particularly significant or special about it except for this: it has happened so, so many times before. Which is kind of remarkable, in and of itself – that I have spent 13 New Year’s Eves with my beloved.
And it is from that kiss, and of all the ones that preceded it, that I take inspiration for this post (and after a month of not posting, inspiration was needed). I suppose I could have recapped the year that was with stats and figures, miles flown and cities visited. Instead, I’ve decided to look back on 2013 by sharing a few photos of Rand and I, doing what we do best together.
If you find a series of photos of the two of us sucking face to be offensive or boring or completely not worth looking at, then odds are you aren’t going to like this blog at all in 2014. Because while I have some wonderful and exciting plans for this year, I will, in some respects, be sticking to my old habits.
May they forever die hard.
- Bushman’s Kloof, South Africa. January.-
- Hayman Island, Australia. March. (more…)