It was one of those nights when the wine was good, the company just right and outside the snow made it tempting to just stay put.
Still early on in the new year, with barely half of January behind us it would be easy to sink into the semi-depression that normally comes this time of year. The tiredness and the brutal harshness of returning to everyday life after two weeks excesses over Christmas can easily be a bit much in a month that is so easily reduced to just winching and longing for the blessed summer season.
But this night was different. This January evening was good. The two of us by the dining table in the small cave-like flat. Content after consuming what has to be considered one of our better cooking efforts. My more professional friends would hardly have been impressed, but considering we both suffered from a mild degree of kitchen phobia it was pretty good.
Gone for a few blessed hours were the worries over loved ones in hospital, possible effects of the financial crisis and all that stupid unimportant clutter that has a tendency to gather up throughout the week. It all seemed so clear and hopeful. Each sip of wine from the glass causing more excitement and plans for the future.
But it wasn’t just the alcohol getting to us or Pierce Brosnan singing ABBA on the stereo. There was something else to. As if we had both all of a sudden shaken off something old and were ready for something new. Not necessarily a job or man or hairstyle. It went deeper than that. 2008 had not been an easy year, but it had done the job. Served a purpose. Got rid of old crap and cleared the road for 2009.
There were so many things we could do. We were in fact two super troupers waiting to take on the world. Or at least finding our place in it.
We didn’t need a Greek island, eternal youth or all the answers - we were quite happy here with our Irish coffee and Norwegian winter.
2009 certainly wasn’t going to be perfect, but it felt like things were going to fall a bit more into place.
Still early on in the new year, with barely half of January behind us it would be easy to sink into the semi-depression that normally comes this time of year. The tiredness and the brutal harshness of returning to everyday life after two weeks excesses over Christmas can easily be a bit much in a month that is so easily reduced to just winching and longing for the blessed summer season.
But this night was different. This January evening was good. The two of us by the dining table in the small cave-like flat. Content after consuming what has to be considered one of our better cooking efforts. My more professional friends would hardly have been impressed, but considering we both suffered from a mild degree of kitchen phobia it was pretty good.
Gone for a few blessed hours were the worries over loved ones in hospital, possible effects of the financial crisis and all that stupid unimportant clutter that has a tendency to gather up throughout the week. It all seemed so clear and hopeful. Each sip of wine from the glass causing more excitement and plans for the future.
But it wasn’t just the alcohol getting to us or Pierce Brosnan singing ABBA on the stereo. There was something else to. As if we had both all of a sudden shaken off something old and were ready for something new. Not necessarily a job or man or hairstyle. It went deeper than that. 2008 had not been an easy year, but it had done the job. Served a purpose. Got rid of old crap and cleared the road for 2009.
There were so many things we could do. We were in fact two super troupers waiting to take on the world. Or at least finding our place in it.
We didn’t need a Greek island, eternal youth or all the answers - we were quite happy here with our Irish coffee and Norwegian winter.
2009 certainly wasn’t going to be perfect, but it felt like things were going to fall a bit more into place.
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