"Uneventful."
That was the cute and thankful response I gave, a few months ago, when people asked how my week was going. It was also the kind of sad and bland new year I would have hoped for if you'd asked me around the same time.
That's not me, though. Since I was little, I would use my traditional 12 New Year's grapes to make wishes, not resolutions. With each grape, I would visualize myself falling in love, conquering an ambitious hobby and experiencing moments of joy when I tried something new. Читать дальше...