From our deck, the sun setting on 2014
Another year has gone by, and despite experiencing many great events in 2014, it's a year I'm ready to put behind me.
It's the year I lost my father, and no number of accumulated "positives" can erase that association with that year.
Waking up to 2015 at our friends' farm in Lozère
Last year, I spent my New Year's Eve alone in the Ibis Blagnac hotel in Toulouse, readying myself for a nearly impromptu flight back to the USA to celebrate my father's 85th birthday: his last.
This year, a fancy réveillon with all the trimmings truly didn't appeal to me. (Actually, it seldom does.)
We were very happy to accept an invitation from close friends who have a farm in Lozère. Just the four of us and great food, conversation...and getting to bed at 1:30 am, early by French standards!
I hope your New Year's Eve celebration was as nice as ours, and that you hold as much hope as I do for a joyful and rewarding 2015.
4 comments:
Happy New Year! And thank you for sharing your story!
Hi Betty!
Wishing you peace and joy in 2015 x
I'm sorry to hear about your father's passing. I suspect this sad milestone seems worse for expats in a way because they could have chosen a different path and been physically closer. Expats breed expats though, so often the parent is very understanding.
May 2015 bring good things and time to enjoy yourself.
The winter holiday season has been a melancholy time for me for the last 30 years. My mother's birthday was just before Thanksgiving, and she died just before Christmas. Now, we spend both holidays quietly with friends instead of planning huge celebrations.
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