Reflection (2007)

I love how everything always goes around in circles; how it’s the same old story every time. I guess I love the same old story. It has good times and bad moments; it has happiness in metros and nights with tears in my eyes; it has love and leaving and sex and lone days and empty bars and sunny days and yet another plane and coffee and I love all that. There’s music changing and fashion that comes and goes and every few weeks a new face that will become a friend for a while. The story never changes. It just goes around in circles.

Weekends work alike: They’re always more or less the same… Friday night a drink, Saturday a nice lunch and Sunday a stroll around town. There’re bars changing and seasons that come and go and every few weeks a new girl to date. The weekend, however, never really changes.

So I looked back at 2007. Just, you know, because the year is almost over.

This year ends where last year ended and the year before and about the years before that one I don’t really know anymore how they ended. I didn’t write down what happened that much back then. This year, I feel like I’m saying goodbye to an old friend. 2007 and I could get along pretty well. And sometimes we fought. We’ve seen quite some cool things together. I remember laughing a lot, but crying too – especially in Africa and the first weeks in Madrid. You got me there, 2007!

I don’t know about you, but for me 2007 feels like feminine. As in: I think 2007 is a girlie friend; another girlfriend I have to leave behind.

In retrospect, I guess, my year with 2007 can be considered either rather boring, or damn nice. That depends on who you ask. I’ve seen three continents and four if you count 16 hours in Atlanta as visiting Northern America. I’ve seen quite some crazy clubs and met a shit load of people. I’ve reduced my belongings in this world to an empty bank account and two full backpacks. On the other hand, however, nothing really special happened. I didn’t lose any virginity. I didn’t build something that even closely resembles the pyramids. I didn’t achieve any great professional breakthrough; not for me nor for mankind. 2007 and I had our adventures but we never exaggerated.

And now she’s almost gone, my 2007.

The story never changes, though, so 2008 will bring more of the things I liked about my time with 2007. 2008, to me, sounds masculine. I know we will become friends. I easily make friends – which neither changes. We’re up for another circle, another round. I guess I just love the coming New Year.