Once upon a time when I lived in Barcelona, we had a New Month's party. It was brilliant, so much fun. We did a countdown at midnight and shouted "Happy New Moooonth" at the top of our lungs and hugged each other and wished each other well. And I guess we fucking meant it (even if it started as a big joke). It was a true celebration, because why not? Every month, every week, even every day is a new opportunity.. A year also, I guess. But I dont feel like I have to celebrate the passing of a year.. that is also 12 months, 56 weeks and 365 days, so a great many opportunities to welcome the new and say goodbye to the old.
But since we collectively decided that we ll do that once a year only, I ll play along. I dont live in Barcelona anymore and life has been more conventional since.
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