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And then, how suddenly it arrives. You close your eyes briefly, watch your breath build in your body and when you open them again everything is new. The streets dance, your heart too. Everything is impossible until it is not; everything is possible until proven otherwise. A new year spreads out before you, clean, hopeful, already better than the last. You don’t believe in fairytales but damned if you don’t believe in fairies; who else would be whispering this magic to you? And what could you possibly lose by listening?

I built this life, brick by brick, I built this home.

It’s about time I lived in it.

Happy New Year.