I'm glad to be back home in snowy Hanover. My trip back to Scotland felt like going back into my childhood bedroom: the quaint familiarity was endearing, yet I wondered how my entire life used to fit in such a small place. I am surprised how much the US feels like home now, even if I have some way to go before flying over baseball fields warms the cockles quite the same as the aerial view of soccer pitches.
The year ahead looms large. New leaders in the US, China, France, Russia and Mexico. Olympics in London. Graduation from Tuck and re-entry into the real world. A trundling global economy, lurching from abyss to precipice with band-aids of minimal political action. The year of the Facebook IPO. The list goes on. As I prepare to sing Auld Lang Syne, my usual New Year's resolutions are in place: fatten the bank account and slim the waist. This year, I'm starting from a sufficiently troublesome position on both fronts that my goals ought to be within easy reach. In addition, 2012 will be the year when I get my golf game in shape. Here's a wee treat for you all to wish you a happy and successful new year. The presenter, the Reverend I. M. Jolly, used to be an annual fixture in Scotland at "Hogmanay" - utterly magnificent. As they say in Scotland, "Lang may yer lum reek!"
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