“Another year gone”, to quote Albus Dumbledore. This is from one of his speeches in Harry Potter, just that it’s one that he held at the end of an academic year. He gave the Hogwarts students one Summer to empty their heads. In the case of a new calendar year there’s not much emptying that can happen in a night, and most things that are left behind for the few hours when people celebrate the New Year come back knocking on the door a few days, sometimes even hours, after the last of the fireworks light the sky.

2022 has been… slightly better because the pandemic seems behind us, awfully worse because we find ourselves in a time when war is fought, again. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions, of events, a year that passed by in the blink of an eye, occasionally leaving behind the impression that there is no time to finish what one started. This page was a little bit noisier this year, even if posts came with delays caused by lack of energy to sit down in front of my computer and write things down.

I am happy because I got my concerts and my tennis events back. I got to see The Mono Jacks live twice, they even made it to the top of my Spotify Wrapped. I attended my first Marillion weekend, I saw favourite artists again and enjoyed concerts of bands I’ve never seen live before, but had in my playlist. I crossed off my bucket list living in Brașov right across the street from the Black Church. Paris was welcoming, the tennis event I attended there was amazing, and Copenhagen was a sunny intermission of a packed Autumn. Last but not least, time with family, friends, cats and dogs is never wasted. And a lot of the year was about work, which I still enjoy, surprisingly. Part of the rollercoaster year is due to it.

2022, you were intense, I will not deny it, but you were good. Now let’s see what’s in store for 2023, with no resolutions, as per habit. I wish us all peace, love, health and happiness. Happy New Year!