The year 2018 is slowly coming to an end. And I have to admit, it was an exceptional year for me. First of all – I turned 40. Yes, forty. An age when a person supposedly starts being settled, mature, and reasonable. I don’t know who came up with that, but apparently, it hasn’t kicked in for me yet. Secondly – to celebrate this milestone in a truly adult way, I bought an apartment. Because sure, I could have bought a watch, gone on vacation, or thrown the party of a lifetime. But no. You turn 40 and come to the conclusion that the best gift will be a few dozen square meters, a mortgage, and a few thousand decisions like: “what color should the walls be?”.
2018 was a year full of interesting events anyway. There was GDPR, which made you wonder if you could say “good morning” to your neighbor without violating their personal data. There was the World Cup in Russia, during which we were all national team coaches for a moment. There was Fortnite, Brexit, Bitcoin, Elon Musk and his Tesla… And in the meantime, I was doing something much more spectacular: furnishing my apartment. And suddenly it turned out that adulthood isn’t about the date of birth on your ID. Adulthood is the moment when you spend half an hour comparing shades of white paint and seriously consider whether “snow white” is any different from “alpine white”.
But all joking aside. It was a good year. Turning forty taught me that time really does fly, and my own apartment reminded me that it’s worth having your own place on earth. That’s exactly why, for the holidays, I wish you above all your own piece of happiness.
I wish you peaceful holidays, full of family warmth, laughter, and rest. I wish you a table where there are more reasons to talk than reasons to argue. I wish you gifts that hit the mark better than some soccer transfers. I wish you boneless carp, unlimited pierogi, and cheesecake without having to count calories. And above all, I wish you health, because after forty you start to appreciate the things you previously took for granted.
