White Christmas

I celebrated Christmas for the very first time. We spent the holiday in a cabin in the woods, thanks to Aradia's thoughtfulness and Max's apparently infinite resources. We ate a lot of food, enjoyed each other's company, and exchanged gifts. It was really very lovely, a delightful change of pace. It's remarkable how so many very different people can come together and be a sort of family for each other. I've decided that I like Christmas very much.

Still, I feel a bit melancholy. I'm leaving pretty soon. I'm only going to take the one bag I brought with me when I first stepped on board the Apollo. I can't imagine I'll need anything more than that. I'm tempted to bring my new photo album along, but I think it will only make me homesick.

I'm sure everyone will be fine without me, -even Larry and Pauline who probably won't even notice that I'm gone. I think I'll try to update my journal even while I'm away, but usually it's not such a good idea to start whipping out technological doodads in the middle of temple grounds. It distracts the mind and disrupts the ambience. So, maybe I won't do that. Oh, now I'm just rambling.

Anyway, I'd better pack.