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It's been fifty-one weeks, now, since the day I fell in the fountain and ruined my best dress and found myself lost and alone in a strange land, the likes of which I'd never encountered before. One week from today, just seven more days, and I'll have been here a year. One whole year...
It's odd, really. I know a few people who would say it's not at all something to look forward to, and in a way, I'm not. This is the longest I've ever been away from my home and my parents, and I do miss them terribly. But at the same time, I can't help but be a little eager about it, too. A whole year, since the day I arrived, and look how far I've come? Look at all the wonderful things I've learned and people I've met, and a year ago today, I never would've dreamed that any of it existed at all.A year ago today, I was a bit preoccupied with some rather pressing other matters...
It's funny how I don't really seem to mind it anymore. There are bad curses and there are good curses, and things get awful and then better again. People come and people go, and some of them I have a chance to meet, and many of them, I don't. But if nothing else, I'm at the very least used to it by now, even if I don't always like it, or have trouble with it when it's happening around me. How often is it that something happens, good or bad, and we sit back and say, "Well, that's the City for you"? But once upon a time, we weren't so accustomed to it, and it was all new and strange and absurd to us. But it gets easier, and it gets better. It always gets better.
Where I come from, things...usually happen for a reason. And they work out in mysterious ways, too. How amazing is it, how coincidental, that a princess that was offered as a sacrifice to a dragon should be miraculously rescued, just in the nick of time, by a prince that turns out to be her own long-lost brother? How fortunate that help should arrive from afar, just when one needs it most? And just in time for our eighteenth birthday, as well.
Goodness, that's right, I'll be back to being seventeen, when I do go back home. Won't that be odd? I'll get to celebrate my eighteenth birthday twice...
I'd thought, back in March when my birthday was coming up, that if Alexander were ever to come and rescue me again, it'd be then--that when the date here and the date at home lined up exactly the same, that, of all the days in the year, would be the day he would come for me. Of course, I'm still here and I haven't gone home yet, so it seems that things don't work in the City exactly the same way that they do in Daventry. But now, with the anniversary of my arrival coming up...I can't help but find myself wondering again. Will this be it? Is that the day it'll be my turn to go?
No matter what I do, what happens, what choice I make, I'll be separated from a family of mine.
Still, there's no sense in worrying about it. That's what I ended up doing the last time these thoughts came up, and I made some very hasty decisions because of it, which I'm not proud of at all, but at least I learned from them. So there's really nothing to do but wait and see, is there?
I won't forget. I won't, I'd never. And if I do leave...I'll find a way back to all of you, somehow, someday. I promise.
It's been fifty-one weeks, now, since the day I fell in the fountain and ruined my best dress and found myself lost and alone in a strange land, the likes of which I'd never encountered before. One week from today, just seven more days, and I'll have been here a year. One whole year...
It's odd, really. I know a few people who would say it's not at all something to look forward to, and in a way, I'm not. This is the longest I've ever been away from my home and my parents, and I do miss them terribly. But at the same time, I can't help but be a little eager about it, too. A whole year, since the day I arrived, and look how far I've come? Look at all the wonderful things I've learned and people I've met, and a year ago today, I never would've dreamed that any of it existed at all.
It's funny how I don't really seem to mind it anymore. There are bad curses and there are good curses, and things get awful and then better again. People come and people go, and some of them I have a chance to meet, and many of them, I don't. But if nothing else, I'm at the very least used to it by now, even if I don't always like it, or have trouble with it when it's happening around me. How often is it that something happens, good or bad, and we sit back and say, "Well, that's the City for you"? But once upon a time, we weren't so accustomed to it, and it was all new and strange and absurd to us. But it gets easier, and it gets better. It always gets better.
Where I come from, things...usually happen for a reason. And they work out in mysterious ways, too. How amazing is it, how coincidental, that a princess that was offered as a sacrifice to a dragon should be miraculously rescued, just in the nick of time, by a prince that turns out to be her own long-lost brother? How fortunate that help should arrive from afar, just when one needs it most? And just in time for our eighteenth birthday, as well.
Goodness, that's right, I'll be back to being seventeen, when I do go back home. Won't that be odd? I'll get to celebrate my eighteenth birthday twice...
I'd thought, back in March when my birthday was coming up, that if Alexander were ever to come and rescue me again, it'd be then--that when the date here and the date at home lined up exactly the same, that, of all the days in the year, would be the day he would come for me. Of course, I'm still here and I haven't gone home yet, so it seems that things don't work in the City exactly the same way that they do in Daventry. But now, with the anniversary of my arrival coming up...I can't help but find myself wondering again. Will this be it? Is that the day it'll be my turn to go?
No matter what I do, what happens, what choice I make, I'll be separated from a family of mine.
Still, there's no sense in worrying about it. That's what I ended up doing the last time these thoughts came up, and I made some very hasty decisions because of it, which I'm not proud of at all, but at least I learned from them. So there's really nothing to do but wait and see, is there?
