New Year’s Eve looks a lot different at 42 than it did at 22, and I’m perfectly OK with it.
At 22 I was out with friends at bars, toasting in the new year at midnight and staying out long after that. Boy, that seems like a long time ago.
Now it’s about ringing in the new year with the family, and that’s the way I like it. For the past five years or so we’ve been gathering with family friends at our home or at theirs for food, festivities, bubbly grape juice for the kids, games and fun. We’ll gather for a few hours and then try to stay up for the ball drop before going up to bed. It’s a new tradition, and it feels comfortable to be with the kids rather than going out without them.
I’m sure 20 years from now our New Year’s celebration again will be much different than it is now. Maybe we will be hosting a house full of adults for a fancy meal or maybe we will be heading out for dinner instead. Or maybe we will be poolside in the Caribbean. I’m sure the kids will be with their friends — or maybe their own families — doing their own thing.
Year to year and decade to decade, everything changes. It all seems to come full circle.
I can’t wait to see what 2013 brings.
Happy New Year!