No fireworks. No countdown. No Media Noche. No raising of glasses. No Auld Lang Syne on loop.
Just me and my netbook.
The hubby and our baby doll snoozed long before the stroke of midnight. I, on the other hand, worked on the Pinoy Travel Blogger's December blog carnival until the wee hours. Didn't even notice the arrival of 2013. A stark contrast of what was taking place in Sydney's central business district where hundreds of thousands of Aussies and tourists flocked for the barbies, bubbly drinks and the 6.6 million Australian dollar pyrotechnic extravaganza.
It was spectacular as expected, and it would have been awesome to have witnessed it up close ... But we just couldn't imagine dragging our arses and the tot's arse to such bedlam.
As I watched bubbles emerge from Luna's bubble gun, my mind wandered away from the group's discussion about bush fires...
2013 is our segue to domestication. Next year, our daughter will begin preschool. So this year we intend to live in different places on longer periods (longer than the usual one month). In a way, we'll get used to routines. And having nosy neighbors. And owning a rice cooker. I'm quite sad to be honest, of losing immense freedom. But I'm also up for the challenge. Of being a better cook. Of cleaning the house
Imagine how much nonsense posts I'll be sharing to my uhm, cult following.
... Aaand I drifted back to the topic of bush fires. I yawned. Can't wait to excuse myself and pack for our first road trip of the year which begins the morning after.
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