Our time together is coming to an end, and I thought I would drop you a note to let you know exactly how I have felt about you. We’ll never see each other again, but we’ll always have memories, and as years go, I have to say that most of my memories are fond ones.
Professionally speaking, you, 2014, have been the best year in a long time. I have ventured back into the world of working in an office, and I’ve loved it. Although it’s not without its problems and pressures, it’s actually a pretty great job, and I do love it. I sometimes have to pinch myself when I realise that I have kind of landed on my feet with regards to my job; working for a magazine and events company actually can be as exciting as it sounds. In terms of my writing, I’ve actually earned proper money for it this year, which has been a major step forward. And I’ve only got and got myself a magazine column! Check me out in Essex Life, where you can read my witterings about books (what else?).
You have also provided me with a couple of new family members this year. I’ve gained another sister-in-law, taking the total to four, and a new baby nephew arrived in the shape of Harry, back in February. Harry took my nephew count to four, and as Michael and Bex found out that they were expecting their second little boy, 2015 will take the total to five. That will bring things level on the nibling count, as there are already five nieces in the family, but I don’t suppose it will be too long before someone comes along to send things off kilter again one way or another.
Three members of my family went and passed their driving tests with you, 2014. All female members, no less (we’re largely a non-driving family, and the males make up the drivers for the most part). Of course, I’m jealous, but as I’ve never so much as taken a driving lesson, there’s nobody to blame but myself. Who knows what 2015 will bring?
You and I have had a lot of fun. For the first time in a while, I’ve had a little bit of money to spend, and I’ve tried to use that money wisely. I have used it to make memories, rather than buy things, and I like to think I’ve made some good ones. I’ve been on a Broadcasting House tour, and I’ve been to two events hosted by Mark Kermode. I went to see a Derren Brown show, Radio 2’s Festival in a Day at Hyde Park, I met Steve Backshall at a book signing, and I went to see The Shires and Ward Thomas, where I was lucky enough to meet them. Best of all, I met Simon Mayo twice, and he knew who I was because of something I wrote. For that, 2014, I’ll always love you, and hold you in rather high esteem.
Not to overstate things, but I’ll always remember you for being the year that I saw one of my favourite films of recent times. I’m sure that Pride will hold a special place in my heart for a long time. I can’t even necessarily put my finger on what I loved so much about it, but it touched me more than I ever thought possible. Having bought the soundtrack, visited the bookshop, and (literally) bought the t-shirt, I now just have to wait for the DVD to come out so I can actually watch it again!
I also like to think that I have made a few new friends. Some of them are real-life friends, mainly through work, but people I genuinely love spending time with. Others are people that I have got to know through two radio shows that I love, and I’ve even met up with them in real life. Internet friends are dead amaze.
Talking of radio shows, I can hardly believe it, but you were the year that introduced me to Wittertainment, the BBC’s flagship film show. I feel as though there’s a love letter to that wonderful institution in my future, so for now I’ll just say that I can’t believe it’s only been a year since I fell in love with the podcast/live stream, but it really is true love.
So thanks for being a pretty good year, 2014. You’ve certainly had your moments, and I like to think that there has been more good than bad. But it’s time to say goodbye, and time to get used to a brand new year. As you know, odd numbers aren’t my favourites, so it’s with some reluctance that I greet 2015. Let’s see if it can be another good one.
A Love Letter to… is an ongoing series.