That is the date of my arrival in Scotland. At least for one day, I was not confused by the date (my brain is having a wee bit of trouble getting used to dd/mm/yyyy format). My travel plans were not based on any thoughts that there was any special meaning to the date. It just happened to be the most convenient and cheapest day to fly.
While I find it unavoidable to let this anniversary date pass without making note and reflecting on the past year, I am still happily enjoying the moment and making plans for the future. Tomorrow is the work holiday party. Formal event. I don't remember the last time I got spruced up. People do tend to go all out here. So out come the big heels (not the 6 inch-ers - aye, I see them walking - I mean teetering - around each Friday night. I can only manage 4). I hope to learn a few ceilidh dances (probably barefoot) and enjoy holiday merriment.
The city is decked out for the holidays but the festive energy isn't as strong as last year. The recent sad event of the helicopter crash. Windstorm disruption. Warm spell. All factors. Yet I have noticed a change. Pubs and restaurants are heaving with folks gathering to share a drink. The friendly city seems even more friendly. This is usually the time when I feel people get grouchy and stressed, trying to do too much over the holidays. Here it feels the opposite. People are starting to wind down, relax, and take time to enjoy family and friends. I hope you are too.
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