Another year has passed.

By chance, I chatted with a friend I hadn't been in touch with for a long time—more than ten years, which really is a long time. Afterward, my friend said that even though we hadn't spoken in ages, they felt that, in essence, I am still the same person I used to be.

I felt a bit disappointed at first; I thought I had been growing all this time. But then I felt a bit happy, too, as if the traits that make me who I am haven't changed.

This year has been long and painful, but strangely, when I was immersed in pain, I became dull to it. Perhaps because the days were stretched out, the pain was diluted.

Last weekend, I watched a movie: Blue Is the Warmest Color. I was drawn to it by the title because I like the color blue. When my friend heard the title, they said, "That's nonsense, isn't it? Isn't blue the coldest color?"

I was stunned for a moment. Yes, that's true. So, the protagonist thought blue was warm because she was a warm person herself; she warmed herself. Looking at the ending, blue brought her the coldest cold in the world.

My blue is a very introspective, icy color, but I am always surrounded by family and friends who warm me, giving me the courage to climb back out of the thick, sticky mud. That is a courage I find hard to give myself.

This year, I also tried a new lifestyle, and to my surprise, I adapted well. I learned many new recipes, and they were unexpectedly delicious. I even hosted friends to celebrate them getting their marriage certificates, and, as expected, it was a total mess. Looking at it this way, this year has been a happy one after all.

Little Han, surrounded and warmed by happiness, sets off again amidst the day-to-day hesitation and struggle, walking on a path where the destination is unknown. If this were an anime, it would at least be a classic scene like "Coach, I want to play basketball." So, it turns out that what makes one dull to pain isn't the long passage of time, but love.

Hahaha, Hello, the warmth of warm blue, Hello, 27.