Although six days have passed and we’re saying goodbye to this Christmas season, I didn’t want to let any more time go by without saying farewell to 2025.
Dear 2025, this is your text. A farewell. A thank-you. A memory.
Because your apotheotic beginning—with the scales tipped in our favor, somewhere between confetti and an elevator—gave way to a year filled with nerves, growth, and hope.
A year in which I’ve grown so much—so very much—yet I’m still surrounded by the best company I could ever have wished for.
I say goodbye to another year packed with travel and special moments.
Where are we going next? You don’t know yet? Baiona, Thailand, Florence, ski resorts… or living between Zaragoza and Madrid.
Songs, screams, and concerts, alongside a crazy blonde—one to whom it’s always easy to say yes.
The group’s first bachelorette party, and a beautiful wedding we’d relive over and over again if we could.
Another summer enjoying those beaches from when we were little, when June, July, and August felt endless.
Hours and hours in front of a computer. Samples, patterns, and one more color. I think the best name is BARON. An innocent September 7th. A new date on the calendar—another day that will forever remain marked.
And there’s little more I can add to this scattered text. Thank you for these 365 days, with the people I love most still by my side.
Dear 2025, it’s been a true pleasure to live you.
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