I've said before that I don't really do much (ever) on New Year's Eve. One or two years I've gone to dinner-type parties people I knew gave, and when I was a tiny child friends of my parents used to do a party (I remember all the kids sacking out on blankets on the floor of one of the bedrooms while the parents stayed up 'til midnight).
I don't know if that's more my natural inclination not to be a night-owl (Seriously, my preferred bedtime is between 9 and 10 pm) or if it's something else.
I do like New Year's Day. I always try to do something special on New Year's; most years it is going to the Sewing Studio's annual sale.
It may be that I enjoy the sense of a new beginning (even if it is an arbitrary one, like New Year's Day is) than I do the sense that something is ending. Even years that have been bad in many ways (the year of the church split and a cousin committed suicide and a close family member was diagnosed with a serious disease - all within a few weeks of each other) where I'm glad to see the year go and be replaced by a fresh one, I'm not eager to celebrate it.
Oh, we might have a special dinner that night. And usually some kind of sparkling juice (as I've said before: two of the three of us don't drink, for medical reasons). But staying up 'til midnight, no. (Though I will probably be awakened; usually one of the local activities that happens involves shooting off fireworks at midnight).
2013 was not a great year, in my estimation (I mean, personally, locally). It wasn't terrible, either. I hope 2014 is better.
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I hope 2014 is better too.
One of my friends has decided she's going to celebrate French New Year in the future: she'll wear a beret, eat french toast and french fries, and celebrate when it's midnight in France, which is something like seven pm her time. I didn't know about her plan, but we celebrated Greenland New Year this year, which was at 10 pm our time.
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