2012 was not quite the year I imagined it to be. I didn't get away. I hardly ran at all. My writing went through a roller-coaster of productivity. My photography found a new lease of life in instagram. I climbed a bit. I walked a bit. I read a lot. I sat by the beach and watched the sunset. I spent a lovely week in Scotland with EF. I ended up working for six months in Edinburgh. I got promoted. I made new friends and kept old ones. I put Christmas decorations up. I changed some things. I became closer to my brother, sister-in-law, nephews and niece. I lost my mum.
In many ways it was a year like any other. Ups. Downs. Things happened. Things didn't. I lost family. People close to me lost family, lost loved ones. The world turned, and we turned with it.
I don't know what to make of it. Out of the bad came some good. Out of the grief came love, awareness, understanding, strength. Out of the loss came family and friends, each of whom proved themselves truer to me than I ever could be to them.
2012 was just another year, whatever its price and prizes.
I wonder what 2013 will bring. I wonder what I will do. I wonder about the books I will read, the friendships I will make and sustain, the places I will go.