My end of the year was spent hosting two beautiful Swedish people, explaining how in each downtown Manhattan neighborhood you gotta be stupid rich to live there, all the while realizing as a pseudo-tour guide that I know more about New York than I thought I did and rediscovering the very city that sits in my backyard: This Harlem jazz club is epic. Good beer is here. This was probably the best meal I’ve had in New York. That’s the thing about international friends – it’s an adventure, it’s life-affirming, they provide the change I constantly crave. Around them it’s easy to justify living because around them every moment is a celebration; one more beer, one more, one more because why not? They live far away so when we do meet up, it’s always something cool, something new, something different, and the saga continues. This is inherent happiness.
I hope the end and beginning of your years were excellent, and same goes for every single day of the rest of your life.∗