Looking at You, 2015

I'm writing this post from a ski chalet in the French Alps. Outside the snow comes up to my knees in places and icicles hang from the roof. I've spent most of my New Years Eve bombing (read: hesitantly sliding) down the sides of mountains. This is in sharp contrast the all of the other New Years Eves of my life, which have, generally, been spent in the theatre. Tonight I'll be eating pizza and tobogganing down the nursery slopes instead of eating hotpot in my cousins living room. I have never not eaten hotpot in my cousins living room on New Years Eve, not in 22 years.

Today is teaching me something - it's teaching me that times change, things move on. It's a suitable lesson for New Years Eve I suppose, and it's making me look at 2015 in a different light. Change is difficult, but it's also great sometimes. Lots of things will change in 2015, they have to. But today is teaching me that's okay, because I've enjoyed wobbling down mountains.

2014 has been great. To prove it, I've got a photograph to document nearly every single day - which is completely insane, but I'm so proud that I managed it. The last week and a bit of 2014 will be covered in my final photo post when I'm back home. Until then, when I'll allow myself a little bit of nostalgia for 2014, I'm looking at you, 2015.