Goodbye 2010. Here are five moments that I'll remember:
1. July. It was hot, really hot, and I had to finish an essay. My brain felt as if it was melting, so Kevin and I went for a swim in the Danube. We walked to the river in our shorts and t-shirts, stayed in the water for 15 minutes and then walked back. That was the nicest thing I did all year.
2. June, a trip to Macedonia and Greece. We spent hours and hours on the bus and I saw fields and mountains and villages. I was reading Alastair Campbell's diaries and it was the biggest contrast I could think of: In my head, bitchy politicians, drama, London. Everywhere around me, heat, the past, seemingly analytical scholarship.
3. September. I was cycling to the archive, the streets were deserted, everything was calm and lovely. I was listening to politics podcasts and giggling to myself.
4. March. On the plane back from New York, I started to read Isherwood's "A Single Man" and wanted to cry.
5. August/September. I hugged my best friends one last time before they moved to far-away countries. You probably know that feeling when your body can still recall a touch, when you look upon yourself as if it was a movie. That's what it was like.
Thanks for reading, readers. Tell me about something that made you happy in 2010. Anything.