Another new year. Except this isn't just any year. We've officially come Back to the Future. I'm sure this will be referenced MANY times in the coming months, same as how we were partying like it's 1999, or preparing for the end of the world in 2012. But it's still staggering to realize that it's been 30 years. No flying cars or self drying clothes yet (that we know about). It's pretty fascinating to see what we thought the future was going to look like.
As for my future, it looks like a mixed bag so far. It's my zodiac year, the Year of the Sheep. Counterintuitively, it's supposed to be a bad year for me. So I'm mentally gearing up for that, carrying any and all kinds of tokens and charms that my mother gives me. Coincidentally, the last time it was my year, twelve years ago, I started writing this blog. I can't remember how that year went. I guess I'll have to go back and read about it.
I'm not taking this unfortunate news lying down. In fact, in two weeks, I am jetting off again into The Future (aka Hong Kong). I will ring in the Chinese New Year in a flurry of fireworks with my brother. Then we'll be going Down Under and to Middle Earth. To call me excited would be a serious understatement. I am determined to do something crazy, which in this case involves jumping into a gorge on a swing with a rope the length of a rugby field. I've already booked the jump, but thinking about how this is not going to be the best year for me has made me realize that this was perhaps the worst idea ever. Oh well. Let's tempt fate together.
"Don't need no credit card to ride this train"
