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A new year signifies a lot of new things.  Simple.  I've always really loved the little window of time between Christmas and New Years Eve as one for unadorned reflection; a semi-habit I've sort of refined since I was fifteen or so.  It's almost an assembly in my mind.  I take my time, collect things that have happened and let them resurface - major events first, but then also those subtle nostalgic moments that mean absolutely nothing to anyone else.  I flick through the photos I have taken and the words I have jotted down and the art I have created.  Writing it down now it sounds really strange but it is honestly one of my favourite things to do, and when I think of it it's probably also why I carry around the same notebook in my bag for 365 days.  Last year, this extended to a playlist of the most significant songs (high rotation/significant times/emotive 2am moments, the usual) my ears feasted on.  This year it includes a disposable camera (I'm unashamedly excited to see the outcome of such a roll of film).

So, I share with you my 2012 edition of music (too lazy to hyperlink everything, but you must listen to The Middle East).

Hanging On - Active Child
Exes And Ohs - Buckley Ward
Terms and Conditions - Chet Faker
Big Jumps - Emiliana Torrini
Yet Again - Grizzly Bear
City Girl - The Jezabels
Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before - The Smiths
Boy - Emma Louise
Deep Water - The Middle East
Air - Snakadaktal

It's these little parcels of nostalgia that I so love.  I can bundle them up and remove myself from them, keep moving, but when I go back to them they're the same and untouchable to new feelings.  Following my little memory holiday, I almost always assemble little objectives for the coming year.  They're hardly ever groundbreaking and usually just tiny little items of significance to me.

I started this blog with the intention of letting it grow.  Distend.  The simple change of date - like that of a new year - I talked about in my first post isn't as scary now as it was at the time of writing.  It's still there, but it'll grow into something different now that I'm (mildly) assured where my future post-university is going.  Next year will present me with a big change and an inevitably new routine to life; a new stage.  This space has become its own little part of my end-of-year reflection and is a true time capsule of this year, and so, I am going to leave it here for the time being.  I don't want to quit for fear of losing the rhythm of having a blog, but at the same time, a new year and a new routine is as best a time to leap to something new.  For now you can find me at roseannetiziani.tumblr.com - I hope to eventually mix the growing archive I've created of my published work with more frequent, informal pieces of blah.