It has been a long time coming.
A good chunk of our lives are spent on the sidelines just waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for: the tell-all results of a simple blood test; a dreaded response to an important work email; an overdue but happy addition to the immediate family; the Radioheads and Arcade Fires of your generation to come play in your city; that elusive teaspoon of sugar to go with your coffee.
You would rather strain your neck just to catch that one particular car turning into the driveway, or nurse a sorry backache after camping outside a fruity electronic store for three straight nights.
I think looking at mindless memes, snickering at amusing gifs and giggling at cute (and occasionally, grumpy) cat pictures have become my new hobby.
But for now, I can tell that this year’s May is going to be my new favourite month.
All that waiting culminates into a one-off event that is bound to be unlike anything before. This is not just lip service; this is a dream that is meant to be. And this year I am going to – I want to – make it happen, or I am a bearded gnome.