Six months ago, I stood in the Times Square Museum and Visitor Center in New York City, and wrote a wish for my children on a small green piece of confetti paper.
It was pinned to the New Year's Eve Wishing Wall, with thousands of other dreams and goals, and will be added to the one tonne of confetti that will rain down on the crowd in Times Square at the stroke of midnight Dec 31, bringing in the New Year.
I wonder what will happen to my green confetti paper? Will it flutter along with the wind, to be caught by a childs outstretched hand? I'd like to think so.
I've been waiting for this moment for six months, since visiting New York City and leaving a piece of my heart there. When the New Years Eve Ball descends the flagpole on top of One Times Square, I will certainly cry. I just know it.
It's so symbolic of new beginnings, of hope and forgiveness, and I'm so excited to be a part of it all.
I've downloaded the App to my phone so I won't miss it. I feel such a connection to the city, that I feel very emotional at times just thinking about my experiences there, and also in Chicago.
I've been watching back to back seasons of Sex and the City, taking in every landmark and building that I never really appreciated before. I feel giddy when I see the Willis Tower in the background shots of Chicago Fire.
I think I will always feel like this.
So at midnight USA time, when the ball is dropped, and the confetti rains down, I'll feel a special connection to New York City, to Times Square, in all of it's grittiness and swagger.
I'll see you again sometime.