A Year Left Behind

Step right up to 2013…try your luck little lady and let’s hope it’s better than last year.

Yup, can’t say I’m sorry to see 2012 breathe her last. It was probably one of the most trying years of my life for various reasons I won’t bore you with.

The biggest though would be loss.

Two good friends, three if you count Anthony the pit, moved away. Jennifer and Anthony to the bowels of Brooklyn and Maggie to Spain. I know, Brooklyn isn’t so far but what you need to understand about New York relationships is, they can be very ephemeral.

Lives just go into different directions like a train track that splits mid journey. Even though Jen works in midtown and Brooklyn is but a subway ride away, we haven’t seen each other since she moved in August; an email, a call here and there, but it’s not like having her around the corner.

And for the record I miss Anthony just as much. I especially miss running into him and his mistress on the Avenue. She’d let the leash go and say, “Look, look who it is Ant,” and he’d run toward me like a race horse then back to her, back to me. My face would ache from smiling. Sometimes she’d call and I’d go over to her place for a glass of wine and we’d talk girl to girl, something I don’t do enough of. Camille and I, as close as we are, don’t talk much sentiment…it’s more nonsense…a lightness of being to put it mildly.

Jennifer’s dedication to saving animals puts her in an entirely different league, one that I simply am not in I’m sorry to say.

Maggie told me on a Friday she was leaving and was gone less that two weeks later. She just had enough of New York, she said and went to stay with her brother who has a house in Madrid. That really threw me. Just like that, no more Maggie.

She used to run The Barbour Store across the street so I’d run over there almost every day. It was like my malt shop without the calories. I can’t walk passed the store without my chest tightening I miss her so, and to make matters worse, we didn’t part well.

I had a falling out with my two friends Ali and Amy though Amy and I have exchanged recent email. I blame myself for these splits acting out the way I did. Part of it is the pressure I’m always under…not an excuse mind you but my emotions, always right at the surface, flare up like hives.

What I’d like to do this last day of the year is to be grateful for what I do have and for those who are in my life. I can also say thanks to those no longer in it and for the time that they were.

Life is full of change, I know that, but one doesn’t have to like it now does she?

On a brighter, lighter note Camille is taking me out for a spectacular New Years Eve dinner so stay tuned…

God help us all.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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13 Responses to A Year Left Behind

  1. I’m not sorry to see 2012 go either. Horrible year for the most part.

    Here’s to a good 2013 for both of us!


  2. Vasca says:

    No matter what, Susannah…be happy in the New Year.


  3. D. D. Syrdal says:

    Arrivederci, 2012! Enjoy that dinner with Camille, a fab way to start the new year!


  4. Patricia says:

    Happy New Year! Looking forward to tomorrows post…if you are up to it. 🙂


  5. Happy New Year Susannah! I look forward to hearing about the festivities of your evening : )


  6. beverlyq says:

    2012! he world might not have ended, but it seemed pretty close!


  7. Rob says:

    I too am glad to see the back of 2012, though I don’t have much optimism for 2013 either. I’m still alive and kicking though.
    Good post Susannah: happy New Year to you.


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