Chapter 3
December 2001

Saturday, December 1, 2001
Today we worked outside, then dad and I went to the store and bought some asbestos for a place on the front of the house where there used to be a fake door, but dad took it out. The people from USA came by today and asked about any good fishing spots. They are supposed to leave for Coyhaique tomorrow on the bus.

Sunday, December 2, 2001
Today we worked outside, and I got to sit in the back of the truck with Fidley when we went to dump some dirt outside of town. It was a very beautiful day; hot and dry. We are supposed to go to Allen’s house tonight.
The people from US didn’t show up today. I don’t know if they were supposed to come by before they left on the bus but I guess they didn’t have time. Or maybe they didn’t make it back from fishing yesterday.

Monday, December 3, 2001
School. Didn’t go to Allen’s house last night instead I stayed home with Fidley and typed on my travel journal. Later Allen’s mother came over with a piece of cake for me. I guess a friend of Allen’s from Columbia is staying with him for a week.

Tuesday, December 4, 2001
Raining, typed journal after school. Uneventful.

Wednesday, December 5, 2001
School

Thursday, December 6, 2001
Ate dinner at Allen’s hotel. I met Connie. She is a friend of Allen’s from Columbia. We had steak and a type of green noodles. Connie told us that she went to an American School in Columbia when she was in High School, that’s why she spoke English so well. She also told us that her dad was a professor of linguistics.

Friday, December 7, 2001
We went to an asado for Connie’s last day here, at Allen’s hotel. There were a lot of people there: our landlord Benjamin and his kids and some people I didn’t know. A whole lamb was cooked over a fire just like at the asado at El Patagon. Then Allen handed out knives and told people to just cut off a piece. It was a kind of barbaric way to eat, but it was different. I tried to talk to one of the kids there, Loreto. She was ten. We went for a walk over the yard in the back and went up to the llamas but they were kinda scary. She spoke a little bit of English, and I spoke a little bit of Spanish so we got a long okay.

Saturday, December 8, 2001
Worked on school today.

Monday, December 10, 2001
Worked on school.

Tuesday, December 11, 2001
Four people came to cut the lawn today. Took them almost 3 hours and they only charged 15,000 pesos ($20). Dad says that one of the men cleaning up the grass was able to speak English. I guess that it’s so hard to get a job in Chile that educated and smart people are stuck with bad jobs like yard cleaner, gas station attendant, or tire salesman. Which is very sad to think of all the wasted talent

Wednesday, December 12, 2001
I went for a walk today with Fidley and met two guys from Chile who spoke English. One of them said they wanted to go to Alaska to be a commercial fisherman. Then a little bit farther down the road, I met two girls from California. One of them said they had been in Chile for six months and the other one had been here for five weeks. They were on the Carretera Austral hitchhiking. It was a very nice day today sunny and warm. I walked down almost to the bridge but now quite. Then I walked back home and stopped to talk to the hitchhikers a little more. They said Fidley was very well behaved. He didn’t make any of the weird noises that he makes when people come to the door. I told them that most people in La Junta are afraid of him, because when they come to the door, he barks, runs toward them and they don’t know what to do.
There is a Lady who comes by sometimes and she is very scared of Fidley. We call her the Empanada Lady and I guess she has an Estancia out in the country somewhere with lambs. She brings us these apple filled empanadas that are pretty good, but they taste better with this kind of frosting that my mom makes with powdered sugar and milk and butter.

Thursday, December 13, 2001
Dad and Mum went to Coyhaique today and left me here with Fidley. I worked on my story for English all day and played with Fidley. It was raining for most of the day. My parents came home at about 12:00 midnight. I was sleeping and when they tried to open the door Fidley barked and scared me. I worked on a story for school. It took me almost all day to figure out what to write. Then I finally wrote a drama story about Mount Everest.

Saturday, December 15, 2001
Dad, Fidley and I tested the jet boat in the Rio Rossalot today. The road down to the water was really steep and we almost burnt out the clutch. The day was very beautiful and I got suntanned on my legs. Fidley got to come with us in the boat. (Took Pictures)
The boat isn’t working as well as it should. When we go over waves it makes the boat cavitate or suck air and jerk back. It’s a jet boat, so it’s not unusual for it to do that, but dad says it ruins the motor. The rio is very pretty. The place where we launch the boat there is a bridge that looks like the golden gate bridge only on a smaller scale. The mountains were pretty today too: snow peaked mountains in the distance from a green rainforest. Patagonia.

Sunday, December 16, 2001
Dad worked on the house and put a window in. Elections in Chile. There was a big party across the road. They must have turned their music up as far as it would go, because it was soooooo loud! In parliament the majority was UDI (Union of Democratic Independents).

Tuesday, December 18, 2001
Only 7 days until Christmas although it’s hot and sunny during the day. I haven’t been home for Christmas in 2 years! Last year I was in Denver, CO, and this year I will be here in Chile. What’s that song? “I’ll be home for Christmas…” I’ve been humming Christmas songs lately even though it’s the middle of summer.
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.
Jack Frost nipping at your nose.
Christmas carols being sung by a choir,
Folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Every body knows…”
I miss the Christmas feeling. Oh well… I wish I could go home, but this place gives me this feeling. I can’t describe it… I’m living the adventure lots of people can only dream about. Every day is an adventure. My views are three times as wide since I first left home. I have a love hate relationship with this place…everyday is like… I’m trying to think of a metaphor. Everyday is like a cup of tea with milk. It’s bitter until you put the sugar in. But you have to make the sugar yourself and it’s not always that easy. My tea has sweet and low.
People should have open minds...
It was windy a little cold and cloudy today.
The apricots are so good here. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fresh apricot before I came to Chile; just jam and dried apricots. Mom said that yesterday when she went to the store there were 3 Germans there trying to get some jam for their bread. They couldn’t find any so they asked in broken Spanish to the lady behind the counter if maraschino cherries would be ok.
Today a carabinero helicopter flew over, landed at the carabinero station, then it took off again after about 10 min, and I got some pictures of it. Dad is trying to get the office finished so we can have a nice place to sit for Christmas Day.

Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Dad worked on the office. Mom and I worked on schoolwork. “Video Loco” was on TV at 10pm. It’s like to Chilean equivalent of “America’s Funniest Home Videos”. Actually I think they are the same videos from that show 10 years ago. Most of the dates were 1991.
Anyway, there are only 5 days ‘til Christmas.

Thursday, December 20, 2001
Good thing I've been keeping this journal. The days just all seem to run together. Today mom and I worked on school in the morning, and this afternoon all I had to do was read a chapter in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. “I’d rather be a canker in the hedge than a rose in his grace.” Or how about “I will not let him make an Oyster of me!” Well anyway. Mom is painting the boards for the ceiling in the office, white. And dad is working on the electrical stuff. I ordered some books from Amazon.com about 2 weeks ago, but I don’t think they are going to get here anytime soon. I hope they get here at all. The mail system here in Chile stinks! I think that should be considered a main service, but it is surprising if the mail even gets here. Brittany sent me a letter from Pedro Bay and it didn’t get here for a month!
Today I saw this really weird bug! It had one eye and and… (Shudder.) It was really scary.
Argentina is falling apart! There have been riots in the streets of Buenos Aries for the past few days. Today the news came on and said that the president of Argentina resigned from office! Apparently Argentina borrowed $132,000,000,000 (one hundred thirty two billion dollars) from the World Bank to keep their economy afloat and now they are so much in debt they can’t get out of it. Also the dollar value went down a little bit today, because of Argentina. I guess they borrowed about thirty five billion dollars from the United States. A little while ago I heard from someone that Argentina wasn’t doing very well, and if their economy crashed, they could bring down the economy of the whole world. I hope that doesn’t happen! I don’t really know the whole story because every thing is in Spanish, but I got that the riots are still going on and 15 people are dead because of it.

Friday, December 21, 2001
School until 3:00pm. Then dad and I put up the ceiling boards in the office. A Christmas parade went by with the fire truck filled up with little kids and a Santa Clause all dressed up. Today was hot, sunny and dusty from the road. Adolf and Pia are supposed to be here some time after Christmas, and we hope to have the office done by then. Actually dad was trying to get the office done by Christmas but its kind of a big job!
Anyway… I hope this weekend is sunny.
Saturday, December 22, 2001
Today mom planted her garden back behind the house. It took about 3 days of hard labor to clear out all the grass and roots in a 7x 6 ft area. We planted watermelon, cantaloupe, lettuce, basil, parsley, dill, tomatoes and some wild flowers. I went to the store after dinner and bought some chocolate for dessert. It was hopping at the store; lots of tourists. I think I’m starting to be able to differentiate where people are from by the way they look. Europeans and North Americans are easy, because Europeans wear wool and sweaters and leather shoes, and Americans wear fleece and tennis shoes. And you can always tell a German from the rest. They are easy because they are usually very pale, and they just look German for some reason, maybe they just have that German look in there eyes. French always look snobby, and people from England usually won’t talk to gringos. I hope I’m not being to stereotypical, but these are just my observations.

Sunday, December 23, 2001
Today a Hotel on wheels drove by the window. It was huge and was like a bus towing another bus just as big behind it. Can you imagine that on the Carretera Austral?

Monday, December 24, 2001 (Christmas Eve)
Christmas Eve. Today we did school until 3pm. Then, I worked on the computer. Dad worked on the house all day. He tried really hard to get it done in time for Christmas, but there’s too much work to still be done. Later dad and I walked to the store and bought some food and juice. We had pasta with clam sauce for dinner. Eatin’ 1st class in Patagonia. Mom gave us presents at dinner. Fidley and I got a soccer ball!!! Fun!! There is a party going on right now across the road on the other side of the field: the same house where the election party was. Usually people have lamb asados for Christmas Eve, but I think we are planning to have one when Adolf and Pia are here, maybe for New Years Eve.
I saw a rainbow today. The pot of gold ended at the Melimoyu Supermercado.

Tuesday, December 25, 2001 (Christmas Day)
Christmas!! Sergio called last night at about 15 min to 12:00 pm, and we were all sleeping. Even though we didn’t get a Christmas tree, Christmas lights, lots of gifts or snow, this has been a very nice Christmas. I just feel happy to be alive and in such a beautiful place. I wish I could share this feeling of contentment with everyone in the world. I want to wish the Merriest Christmas and a wonderful day to everyone!
Today we had a very good breakfast with apple empanadas (filled pastries native to Chile) with frosting and we also had scrambled eggs with ham and orange juice. After breakfast I went outside with Fidley. We were milling around, and we found a cat! A little gray and white one. It was lying in the gravel by the truck just soaking up the sun. The cat wasn’t even afraid of Fidley when he walked by. Fidley didn’t notice him until I picked the cat up. Then Fidley wanted to see what that gray fuzzy thing was. Fidley, Cat, and I just sat on the doorframe in the back of the house all morning just soaking up the sun. Then we all moved to the front lawn. Fidley and Cat got along very well, which is surprising because Fidley usually doesn’t like cats very much and tries to stay away. I took some pictures of them together with the digital camera and my camera. Later we had sandwiches and rice for lunch. The cat slept out in the sun under the door in the back while we ate lunch. Then after lunch I worked on the computer for a while, then went back outside, and we all laid down in the grass on the front lawn. I had my head on Fidley’s tummy and Cat slept between Fid and my shoulder. After about an hour, we came inside and the Cat fell asleep on my bed. I worked on the computer for a while.
About an hour ago, Llamas from our neighbors’ yard came into our yard and started to eat nalca leaves and poplar branches. One of the llamas, the mean one, who a few days ago ripped the ear off the other llama, was showing off how tough he was by demolishing a nalca leaf until it looked like a big caterpillar came and ate it. A little while later, a huge tourist bus that had gone by a few days ago went by the other direction. They stopped right outside our house, and a whole bunch of old people and tourists got out and started taking pictures of the llamas. The bus was so big! I’m surprised that it made it on the road. When it went by the other day, dad said that they probably had a one in ten chance of survival driving that thing on the Carretera Austral. While they were taking pictures of the lamas in our front yard, I was taking pictures of them from the window. A few of them waved, so I waved back.
Later I printed out sections of a star chart from the National Geographic Web page and taped it together to make a big one. It’s of all the star constellations in the southern hemisphere.
Then for dinner, we had flank steak and potatoes with cream sauce. And … that was my day.

Wednesday, December 26, 2001
The cat was still here today. Last night, at about three o’clock, dad got up for some reason and went out to the office area and turned on the light. Someone came to the door and asked him if there was a gas station open nearby. That gave dad the idea, that someday we should buy some gas tanks and then put a sign out on the road with a light and say “OPEN 24 HOURS. GAS AND FLYFISHING”
Then today after I got out of school, I went for a walk down to the bridge with My Fidley and the Cat. The cat followed for a little ways, then I picked it up and carried it a little ways. We sat down on the sand beach by the bridge, and Fidley walked in the water; then he rolled around in the sand like a mad dog. The cat just sat in the shade piously looking innocent. Fidley is a strange little dog. Today he had a 3 ft long 2x4 in his mouth trying to impress the little cat.
Anyway. I came home and played with Fidley on the front lawn. Video Loco was on tonight.

Thursday, December 27, 2001
Today I worked almost all day on school, and then I went outside and played with Fidley. Dad put “Concrete B” on the floor to cover up the uneven places. It was really sticky, so we were stuck inside until 5:00pm. I considered climbing out the window, I didn’t need to get outside because I had to do school until… well 5:00pm. Cat is still here.
The weather has been very nice for the past week or two I guess. It’s kind of cloudy in the morning usually, but by late morning or early afternoon, it gets sunny, and as soon as it gets sunny, it gets hot.

Friday, December 28, 2001
Tomorrow Pia and Adolf are going to be here. I don’t know weather they are going to travel by car to Puerto Montt, then take the ferry, or if they are going to fly. Today I worked on Spanish out on the lawn, while my parents put down carpet in the office area. Then, after I got done with history, I cleaned rod cases and the bags that our freight was sent in, with a bucket of water and laundry soap. I washed the cat too, but then I had to rinse him off, because the soap is bad for him. The office looks so much better; it’s amazing what carpeting can do. We have a white ceiling and three of four walls are almost finished. The fourth is going to be made into cabinets and shelves. We still need trim, but besides that, it looks great. We watched the 101 Dalmatians in Spanish tonight in the new office space. Almost feels like a home now. I saw this really scary beetle today. It was about an inch and a half long by an inch, and it had pincers and yikes! It was walking by the house and I wasn’t scared of it at first, so I picked it up and took it to the doorway and showed it to dad, and he screamed. That kind of scared me, so I threw it outside The cat ran for it and started beating it on the head. The beetle was making noises and attaching itself to the cat’s nose and paws. Scary!

Saturday, December 29, 2001
Worked on my history homework out in the sun. It was a very beautiful day; sunny and warm. Dad left to go to Chaiten to pick Adolf and Pia up at 9:00am, so he will probably get there around 12:00pm or so. I worked on the computer, printing out pictures, and then I went outside with Fidley (and Cat). Another beautiful day in Patagonia – Chile. One thing about places is each one has their own colors. The colors of Alaska are blues and some purples and a certain color of dark green. Patagonia’s colors, on the other hand, are every different kind of green. Everything is green, maybe because it rains so much. Except I don’t remember the last time it has rained.
Dad got home at about 3:00 I guess, with Pia and Adolf. We all sat and talked in the new office for a while, then they went to check in to Allen’s “Pink Hotel” next door. While they were gone, dad and I had a philosophic discussion about death and life. “Dyin’s justa parta life.”
The main topic was things such as people going through their entire life just preparing and training for death. Death can even be tied to why people climb Mount. Everest. It’s a way to play with death and get as close as you can and try to dodge as it flies in your face. Yes, I can agree with that. Also the topic of Buddhist monks came up. Pain and suffering builds character. Also if you come so close to being dead, you came reach a sort of peace, like Buddhist monks. Nirvana. You can reach complete nirvana and a calmness. A few weeks ago I read this book called Into Thin Air. I honestly think it’s one of the best books I’ve ever read. It’s an account of one of the Everest disasters of 1996. The book really caused me to think about a lot of things like death and what gives people the determination to reach the top of the world. Is that the most important thing to them? At first I thought that climbing Mount Everest was stupid: that they could risk their life and their family’s security, and climb a mountain that has already been climbed before. Well.
Later, at about 6:15pm, Adolf and Pia came back, and we decided to take the jet boat up to the Lago Rosselot. I got my camera and I asked dad if I could ride in the back of the truck, and he said, “You can do anything you want. Just so you don’t get killed.” I thought that was funny.
We drove the truck with the boat and trailer down the road to Argentina about 10 min to the Lago Rosselot bridge, that is the exact same design as the bridge down the road from La Junta. It was really hard to load the boat in the water because the road down to the river was so steep. Finally we got it in but we had to go to the other side of the river where it was a better ramp. It was still hard over there too. We drove the boat out onto the lake to the mouth of some river. We stopped on a beach and walked around by the mouth of the river. There was a very nice house a little ways away in the trees right on a beach. Now that would be a life. Having a nice house on a sand beach on the beautiful Lago Rosselot.
The boat still cavitates. So we are going to have to fix that.
We turned the boat around in the mouth of the Rio Figueroa. Upstream there was a kayaker. As we drove the boat across the lake going home we saw some houses right on the lake that were very nice. Millionaires no doubt.
Getting the boat out of the water was so hard! It took us about an hour and a lot of innovation on everyone’s part. While we were struggling with the jet boat and the trailer, the kayaker paddled up and asked us in a German accent in English if we needed another car to help pull out the boat. He said it would take him 10 min to change and bring his truck over. Dad said that if we were still struggling when he got the car over here, then we could use some help. Then while we were working, dad suddenly realized that that German guy was probably the kayak guide at El Patagon.
Finally, tires squealing and me in the back of the pick up truck, we made it to solid ground boat, trailer and all. The only thing we were missing was the brake light for the trailer. We waited on the road by the bridge for the German kayaker, so Adolf and Dad could talk to him about kayaking business. When he showed up they talked for a while, and pia talked with his wife. There were three different languages going on there. Pia and the German’s Chilena wife were speaking Spanish. Dad, Adolf and Stefan (German Kayaker) were speaking English and Stefan and Adolf were speaking German. Whew and I just observed like usual. Creating the impression of sullen teen. I don’t really like that impression but I can’t help it that’s just how people see me. Hmmm. There was a farm across the way with the most beautiful horses. Well all the horses are beautiful in Chile. And all the food tastes good in Chile too.
Anyway. It started to get dark so we said our “Ciaos” and gave our kisses, and got in the truck and left. And that was just that.
When we got home, we ate dinner. Then, we sat out side and talked until about 10:00, while Adolf smoked, like always.
So… this is Chile.

Sunday, December 30, 2001
Today we fixed the boat! We now own the biggest, greenest working jet boat in all of Patagonia. Maybe all the south of Chile too! Or maybe not, who knows. Dad and I worked all morning to fix the jet boat. What we did was to make two pieces of wood and a metal thing to make the tunnel on the bottom of the boat 2 inches lower. We worked all morning, then at 11:00am Pia and Adolf came over from the hotel and started helping too. Then mother came out and started helping, so I left because there were too many helpers. I went in and worked on my journal. After lunch we drove the boat down to the bridge in La Junta and launched the boat into the Rosselot. We drove the boat down the Rosselot to the Palena, and then went a little ways down the Palena. The Rio Palena is a very wide and swift moving river! A lot bigger that the Iliamna. We stopped on a beach, dropped Adolf off, and then drove around so he could take some pictures. We went a little bit farther down river, came back up to the Rosselot, and drove up to the bridge from there.
It was very hard to delaunch the boat out again. I guess part of the reason was because the river was lower than it was when we launched in the boat the first time with just dad and me. Finally we got the boat on the trailer and up the hill. We went home, sat outside for a while. Then, Pia started making an Asado Pit for the lamb we are going to buy for New Year’s Eve. Later, someone started a fire so we could burn out the grass in the Asado Pit. We had some sausages from when dad went to pick up Adolf and Pia in Chaiten. When the fire was ready, we put sausages and hotdogs on to cook. So that was that. We stayed out talking until about 11:00pm, and I went to bed.

Monday, December 31, 2001 (New Year’s Eve)
Today it was raining, but as for that it was a good day. It started out a little disappointing. My parents and Adolf and Pia went fishing, but I had to stay here are do school.L
Meanies! So I was stuck at home, all by my lonely self, with Fidley, working on school. Everyone came home again at about 4:30 pm, and then they sat around until about 6:00 pm when the Empanada Lady came to the door with an umbrella. Pia talked to her and told us that she said we were supposed to go to the Empanada Ladies house, because they had two lambs killed and cleaned and we had to choose which one we wanted. Dad, Pia, Empanada Lady, and I all got in the truck and drove to her house. When we got there, she led us to a small shed behind the house. Inside, there were two lambs without skin, guts, heads or feet. Also there were 3 young guys and an older huaso that we assumed was Empanada Ladie’s husband. We chose the smaller one because we weren’t planning on cooking the whole thing, just half and then putting the rest in the freezer. While the men were cutting the lamb in half, I was looking around. There were two lambskins in the corners hanging up and a bucket of blood in the corner. Later Pia told us that country people put garlic and salt in it, and then drink it. Over near the left corner, there was a cooking place for asados, so I guess that’s where they were going to cook their lamb. After the older huaso was done cutting the lamb, he handed it to one of the younger guys who reluctantly took it, making a joke. He gestured about holding it over the asado pit, like making a joke about holding it over the pit the whole time it was cooking, because it takes the lamb so long to cook, like almost 3 hours. Well the joke doesn’t really sound very funny when I talk about it. You’d have to be there.
Anyway… the huaso came home with us so he could put the lamb on the asado stick, or what we found out later from Adolf was a “Sword”. When we got back to the house, the huaso had to wait because Adolf wasn’t back with the asado sword. While we were waiting I was trying to put up the tent fly so we could get out of the rain. Finally Adolf got back, and the huaso put the lamb on the sword, and then went home. Adolf, Dad, Pia and I were trying to construct a shelter for the fire with some of our landlord’s signs. It took a whole lot of innovation on everyone’s part. But good thing we had the materials for it, so when it was finished it had Valle Risapatron LA JUNTA on the top. Oh well… Adventura tourismo. We’ve got some real smart people here at Chilaska: the best fishing lodge in the world. After the shelter for the fire was built, we put up the tent fly in the pouring rain. Pia said, we must be crazy to have our New Year’s Eve asado out in the rain. Reminds me of the song by Jewel, “You took your coat off, and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that.”
The tent was up, but not with out a lot of work, as usual. Again, we can blame Sergio, because he forgot to pack the ropes to tie the tent to stakes in the ground. We had to search through all the camping stuff and find some rope.
Finally, every thing was set up: tent fly, fire shelter, roll-a-table and camping chairs. The fire was built and burning down to coals so we could cook the lamb. It was raining even harder by then, so I decided the best thing to do was to go inside, change into dry clothes, and watch “Pedro El Escamoso”, and that’s exactly what I did. Later, while I was inside, dad and Adolf put the lamb on to cook. It stopped raining for about 10 min, so I went out to take a picture of our FIRST ASADO! I took a few shots and decided to stay and watch the lamb cook. At about 9pm or 10pm I think the adults of the party were becoming a little tipsy so I observed and listened to the conversation.
Someone, I think it was dad turned on the Gypsy Kings on my radio and turned it up full blast. The lamb cooking looked beautiful. Really it did. The bottom side with the ribs was an amazing golden brown color, and Pia put her special sauce on with a paintbrush. I think she made it with olive oil, garlic, oregano, salt, pepper, and while it was cooking, Pia would pour a little beer over it. THE SECRET! So… we all sat around and talked about fishing and the business and such. At 11:45pm the lamb was finally done! Dad and Adolf put on gloves and carried the lamb into the garage. Pia, Dad and Adolf started cutting and eating and I was watching the clock. It turned the New Year while we were cutting the lamb up and putting on the plate. As soon as it turned 2002, the phone rang and everyone yelled out “That’s Sergio”, but it turned out to be Adolf’s mom. After Adolf got off the phone, he brought out the champagne and dad started to open it. While he was opening it, Pia told him to shake it so when the cork came out it was like in the movies where the cork makes a pop, it steams at the top, then the champagne comes out, and then Pia put the glasses underneath. Finally after 16 years of waiting, I got to see that in real life, before only in movies. After that, we took all the food and everything out to the table outside, and we all started to eat because we were all so hungry. The lamb was probably the best lamb cooked that day! It was so good. Better then at Allen’s and El Patagons!!! Anyway… after eating, we sat around the fire and talked about life and about stuff that drunk people talk about. I just joined in, because it was so interesting. At about 2 it stopped raining and the moon came out; it was so pretty!! It was a completely full moon and very bright.
So it turned out to be the best New Year Eve ever. The best Christmas, Birthday, summer… everything. The best year ever. I’m happy and content my life is at a good point. Although… even though this was a great year, I would never want to live it over, Maybe to clean out the mistakes, but that’s it. I hope this next year holds many good surprises and no bad surprises.
My resolution is to not worry about what people think, and to just be in the right frame of mind and to be happy.