New Year’s Eve was always a bit depressing to me—what a let down after the end of a magical Christmastime. Plus, the return to school loomed over the frozen cotton fields.
I couldn’t wait to be cool.
I couldn’t wait to grow up and be someone else. Someone different.
Turns out, I’m still the same person.
And I’m cool with that.
Happy New Year’s Eve Eve!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Elton John – Live 1976