I’ve never really been a big fan of NYE. I don’t have a set group of friends the way some people do, my friends are scattered across different friendship groups and I’m usually the wildcard who knows someone from somewhere. This is, by the way, the result of having moved countries a lot and rarely having stayed in the same place for more than a year at a time. Big gatherings can also be a bit overwhelming to be honest, so this year I asked H if he wanted to go to the summer house in Koster instead.
I love it here. The house has been in his family for four generations and for some reason it just feels like home. It takes about six hours to get here, so we only go once or twice a year, but every time we do I keep thinking we should go more often. But we’re here now. We eat shellfish, play Scrabble, bake bread (yes you read that right), watch films and giggle. I can’t imagine a better place or headspace to enter the new year.