I’ve heard of this Daily Post idea before so thought I’d try it. I’m always up for a good excuse to write. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, I’m already behind!
Where were you last night when 2012 turned into 2013? Is that where you’d wanted to be?
I was on Dublin Bus 747, heading from the city centre towards the airport. It’s the second time I’ve ever been chauffeur driven in a double decker bus. The only two people on the bus were me and the driver; I almost asked him to drop me off at the hotel, a very small detour, but chickened out. I did and didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be there because it meant I didn’t have to walk or get an expensive taxi. I didn’t want to be there because I could still have been with friends had I not had to get the last bus back.
Ultimately, I didn’t want to be in Dublin either but had to be because of work. Where I really wanted to be when 2012 turned to 2013 was with my girlfriend and family in London. We organised the trip a while back, none of us had been there for New Year before and so we were excited for the experience. All the time I knew my roster couldn’t guarantee I would be there but I kept hoping. And so it worked out that I couldn’t make it. Rather frustrating to say the least but I’m grateful that I had Christmas at home, not all of my colleagues did. Back at the hotel I spoke to my family and my girlfriend and called it a night.