At this time of the year every year, without fail, I feel contemplative. As a teenager, it was bad. Really bad. I would actually mope about the year we were leaving behind — I think it came from having a bit of a Peter Pan complex, the whole not wanting to grow up thing. And […]
At this time of the year every year, without fail, I feel contemplative. As a teenager, it was bad. Really bad. I would actually mope about the year we were leaving behind — I think it came from having a bit of a Peter Pan complex, the whole not wanting to grow up thing. And […]




