I like January because i like summer days (here in Argentina is summer) and I love how people goes away from the city so easy during that month, and the centre starts to feel a little silent, as in every weekend when they all go home and the cars noise stops, but at January you know they are not in home, and thats what it makes me anxious, maybe they are all having fun or having troubles in some place new, changing their rutines to have good times and memories. It's a shame they don't see how much they want to change their rutines, they are just so blind with all their stuff and the "things they have to do for living" that they just look another side and go straight with the life they have chosen.