Dear 2008,

You gave me a hard time this year.  Accompanying two layoffs, questions of whether I would have enough to pay rent on several occasions, a really, really bad boyfriend, and my family's ties growing steadily weaker the more and more that they fought, I have to say that this is the toughest year I've faced since "growing up".

I learned a lot from you, don't get me wrong.  I learned that hard times call for hard work.  I learned that family is what you make it.  I learned that some people do give a damn about others.  Even so, I feel like we barely even knew each other before we pulled the covers up and nestled down for the long haul.  Still, even, I'm glad that I write down events, because I barely remember much of what we struggled through together.

But... All things must come to an end (notice that I didn't say "good" things).  I know we had a few good times together, and yes, there were times, even, when you made me smile.  The snow on Christmas was a lovey gift, and really, I appreciate it.  I just don't think we're right for each other in the long term.  I know you'll be okay without me, hanging out with 2007 and 2006 in the Years of Memories Past.  I know I'll remember you for your good points when I remember you at all.

That's right, I'm moving on to bigger and better things.  You see, I met this new bloke.  His name is 2009, and he came knocking on my door, asking me out for New Year's.  He seems to be a kind soul, someone I can really cuddle up to.  You were the one who taught me to seize the day and recognize opportunity when it showed its dashing face, and so...really...I must bid you adieu.  For both our goods.  2009 promises many things; I don't believe them all, trust me, but the hope of fewer hardships and more smiles is too much to pass up.

Take care of yourself, 2008.  If you ever need to look me up, you have my number.  Best wishes in all you do.

Yours Sincerely, with love but no remorse,

Claire