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No one is sad to see 2008 go. It was a year of recession, when many people lost their homes, jobs and life savings. It was a year of more hurricanes, earthquakes and fires, and the Mumbai terrorist attacks. It was the year my nana spent nearly all 12 months under intense medical care. It was the year of breakups and moves.

But with all the tumult came some bright spots. We elected a new president for the first time in eight years. We witnessed a spectacular Olympic Games.

It was the year I visited New Orleans, Denver/Boulder, Chicago, Providence, Boston, D.C. (three times), Portland and California (twice). It was the year I saw Cal football at Maryland, UCLA hoops (twice), the NYC marathon, the U.S. Open, the Nationals, the Phillies, the Mets, the Cubs and Nascar at Pocono … Patrick Stewart in “Macbeth,” “Hairspray” and “In the Heights.” It was the year I was a guest at the White House.

It was the year I reconnected with old friends and spent precious time with family. It was the year of a new apartment and a fresh start.

While I can’t wait to see what 2009 has to offer, I don’t want to forget all the blessings of ’08. Cheers to the year past and future.

In New York, the sun doesn’t set behind the ocean. It sets behind a skyline.

Going home at last,
G train take me back.
Wish you wouldn’t fly past
On the express track.

Up rolls the F train,
But I know I’ll be stuck
Waiting forever in vain —
Just my luck.

Bergen, Carroll, doesn’t matter.
I’ll wait impatiently to switch.
At night it’s even sadder
When I’m faced with this hitch.

I just want to get home,
With one seamless ride.
On foot I cannot roam
When it’s dark outside.

Where is my green escort?
Crap, orange rolls by.
The wait is never short.
G! Time to fly.