December 16th, 1989
Super busy Saturday, delivering gifts and packing for tomorrow’s trip. Seems strange that I won’t be back until the end of the year.
This afternoon, when I picked mum up from the Christmas party at church, she introduced me to her friends. They were all very sweet and I got to see firsthand why mum enjoys the sense of community there. Everyone I talked to spoke highly of mum, which is no surprise, given that she is such a likable person who’s easy to get along with.
We celebrated Christmas here tonight by opening presents and eating mince pies (I’m so stuffed.) Mum looked like she might burst into tears at any moment and dad, clearly aware of her mood, made sure to play only happy Christmas songs.
As interesting as this year has been, I don’t think I’ll be sad to leave it behind.