An Open Letter To 2013

Dear 2013,

Okay, I'll be honest with you. You scared me at first.

I was scared because I didn't feel ready. Because my 2012 New Year's resolution list was barely accomplished. Because I looked at you before and all I saw was fog—as if I had a vague future with you. See, you brought with you good-byes in the form of high school graduation and carried with you a ton of anxiety in the form of college applications.

As you approached, my heart thumped louder than the fireworks. My head screamed along with the chants: three, I hope time would stop, two, universe please slow down, and one—Um, hi 2013.

So if you didn't notice, my palms were sweaty as I shook your hand. As you hugged me hello, it felt like suffocation.

I was scared of you.

And yet, you held my hand and brought me to numerous places I could call home. You helped me explore the Earth and meet a ton of people. You gave me adventures. And for that I am thankful. In our 365 days together— such a short time in this planet's timeline—you gave me a sense of infinity.

Even in my rough moments with you—painful, lonely, tragic moments—I am thankful. Because now, as we depart, you are leaving me with so much strength. I don't have to cover my ears as the fireworks shoot to the sky, and now, I can happily chant with the people:hree, you've been great, two, I'm excited, and one—hello, 2014. I'm glad I can finally meet you!

You were spectacular, 2013. Thank you.