Here it is, another year, another new diary to fill.
The annual party my father threw last night was brilliant, as it normally is, but for some strange reason, I just wasn’t in the mood for it, I just didn’t at all feel like mingling with people, I just wanted to be left alone.
It was funny though to see my sisters drunk on wine and singing loudly, out of tune I might add.
But as I sit here now, on the first eve of this New Year, I do wonder what this year will bring to my life.
Love? Adventure? Peace and tranquillity? I highly doubt it. It will be just the same as last year, except I’ll be a year older.
I sit here in the cold garden as I write this, and fortunately it’s not raining, as it has on & off for several days now, which I am glad, and as I do, I look out at the kingdom and the choppy waves beyond it and I know with all my heart that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Well, except one place… But I do think I rattle on about that place far too much, don’t you?
But also, I am using this quietness in the cold outside to reflect up on the past year, of wishes that have not been granted, dreams that go unfulfilled and loved ones that can’t be with us, no matter how hard we try.
Speaking of loved ones, I think I’ve almost cracked the code on the door to the family crypt, I just need more time on it, though finding said time is tough when we really aren’t supposed to be in there to let the deceased rest so the servants will question me as much as my father should I be caught.
But I do so long to see what's behind that door, almost as much as I desire to visit the human kingdom beyond the forest that taunts me so.
Anyway, I’m growing cold now going to go inside now and warm up in front of the fire
I look forward to writing in you tomorrow.
Elloria
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