In addition to the figurative fresh start, I like the summary of the year - both reading those of other people, and writing my own. Despite the global catastrophes, 2016 was a much better year for me, personally, than 2015, which was a long string of crises. The trip to Ireland was great, but other than that 2015 sucked, massively. In 2016, I ascended the steep learning curve of my new job. It was also the year that I finally sought professional help for my depression. I read a lot of good books, I went to Iceland, and enjoyed another year of watching my children mature into lovely adults.
Here's a little photo summary of the year, taken from Instagram, so I apologize if you've seen these already.
Our one big snowstorm of the year.
I knit myself a sweater.
We painted a chalkboard wall in our kitchen.
My daughter Brigid graduated from art school.
I went to Buffalo.
For my 30th high school reunion
Jon broke his foot.
I went on a solo trip to Iceland.
And caught a norovirus on the flight home. (I literally threw up about a minute after taking this picture.)
We burned Donald Trump in effigy.
And voted for Hilary Clinton.
I knit these mittens for my brother:
And these for my sister-in-law
I took a lot of long walks through Charlottesville
The vacant lot next door was finally sold and a house put on it. (A big deal for us, because we've been living next to that vacant lot for seventeen years.)
My plan for 2017 is to yarnbomb my world with anti-Trump signs. I hope other knitters do the same. Perhaps 2017 will be the year I start a second, secret career as a street artist. #yarnbombtrump