I could go on and on about everything we did and lived this year, about every new person we’ve met, about all the times we feared or cried or simply felt happy.
2014, what a year.
I could get phisolophical, condescendent or psychological but today I don’t feel like it. Today I just don’t feel anything at this end of year. I loved 2014, I love everything that happened and I know I am stronger than what I was the year before. But I don’t feel like celebrating this new year, this brand new page to write our life on because I don’t want anything more. I don’t want more money, I don’t want new people, I don’t want another job.
I don’t want to stay where I am either, but that’s another story.
For the first time on my life, and probably for the last time, I don’t regret anything that happened. I don’t feel remorse or bad about the things I did. Or maybe I choose not to remember those moments. In any case, I loved this year, and everything about it.
So to make simple, I really want to thank my whole family for everything they did, my friends who are always there even when we’re physically not, my new colleagues for making this Slovak experience worthy and of course, Guillaume…