October: new city, new people, new and exciting everything. I get to see a lot of my favorite Romanian bands in the first month, and I begin to see why life in a big city is something else. Learn Hiragana and Katakana.
November: hate everybody there and act autistic. Kumm. Come home, and celebrate my birthday in some dubious club with 90s music to which we surprisingly knew all the lyrics. Tricky, me in the first row, we all end up dancing on stage, I even get to hug Him. Get back to school and make tons of earrings.
December: hot wine becomes essential. I come home for the holidays and spend Christmas in bed with the flu. Still, I manage to have the cutest Christmas tree in town and I think I’m in love again (oh, no.)
So, not quite a good ending for a terrific year. December, I mean. But that’s ok. Things had to even out. So, if the next one begins in the same note, I’m sure I’ll have a spectacular December.

So, Happy New Year, folks.