Personally, I'd ride for the year. To deny myself the happiness and contentment that riding provides, would turn me into a despicable ogre that family and friends would soon grow tired of and they'd make every effort to hasten my departure. (I'd probably help them.)

What good would an extra year of misery provide?

There's an old saw that says: Quality is better than quantity.
Or something like that. Give your loved ones a year of your best, not two years of your worst.