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As one year closes and another one lingers on the horizon, now is a good time to sit back and think about everything that's happened in the year before. A local newspaper is running a seasonal section asking for your most memorable moment in Destiny City. This year, last year, fifty years ago--what was your more memorable? It doesn't seem like this is very competitive; they seem to be printing random suggestions. Maybe your contribution will get printed! If you feel like writing, at least. You can always sit around and reminisce--or just read some of what others are sharing.
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Dear Diary,
It’s December. It’s the Holidays and the New Year is right around the corner. There was an article in the newspaper today, they were asking what our most memorable moment in the city was. They published others but it made me think about my happiest Holiday memory. A rather bitter sweet memory really. The last real holiday with my mum back in England. The big dinner, the holiday decorations, the songs. Everything.
It is hard to trump this but my father has tried. This year he went all out. A huge tree is in the living room covered in so many ornaments that it is hard to see the green underneath, the whole house smells of pine and cookies. We spend a wonderful weekend making cookies. Over a dozen different kinds that we then passed out to his coworkers at the university, much to the enjoyment of them. We already have a big dinner planned and the presents are wrapped and waiting under the tree. Everything is ready and yet it is still rather sad.
I miss her Diary. I miss sitting up late to watch the city lights with mum, sipping hot coco. Snuggling under a huge blanket with her. Giggling over the catalogs and pointing out things that caught our interest. Window shopping and wrapping presents. The whole holiday. It’s hard not to compare those Christmases with Christmases of now and not wish that I could go back in time. But Diary, I am older now. I know that there is no going back, I can’t go back to my childhood no matter how much I want so I must look to the future.
I need to look forward to going walking in the snow with Sherlock, with cooking Christmas dinner with Father… although it’s more like telling him to sit in a corner. That man can direct an entire play but can’t figure out how to cook a simple meal, its rather sad. Shopping has been interesting since it is much harder to keep the presents a secret when the person you are shopping with is your ride. Luckily most of the cashiers are quite understanding when I tell them, now I have quite a few plastic bags that had been wrapped around the packages until no one could tell what they were. Do you need a bag Diary? Just kidding, I’ll end up recycling the bags eventually.
I seem to have gotten distracted Diary, the main part of the article was to reflect on the previous year and to look forward to the next year. So what changed for me? The main part was that I am dancing again. I am back at practice and I have even taken up martial arts. Why martial arts you ask? Because it is necessary. I have decided that if I am part of this secretive war in this city I need to know how to fight and fight well. I will not put others at risk to help me nor will I cower in fear any more. I am a strong woman, like my mother was, like my grandmother was, like every female in my family ever was. I will not let them down again.
So Diary, my happiest memory is of past Christmases but I know that there are many more to come and I can’t wait.
