There is something magical about the start of the New Year. It almost always feels like a blank page and the immediate erasure of all the things we didn’t like before the clock struck 12. The air is always filled with so much merriment and anticipation that it’s not hard for one to be hopeful and excited about the possibilities that lie ahead.
Perhaps this whimsical fairytale fascination has grown on me after all those years of seeing my parents dressing to their nines like clockwork every year to ring in the New Year and being routinely shut down when asked to join in. I was so desperate to experience the magic that happens at midnight.
