December makes me sentimental, it reminds me of my childhood, when the church bells rang to close the year while my family embraced each other amidst tears and laughter. Back then I didn't understand why cry, but now, a little older, I understand the nostalgia, the mourning, the joy and the feeling of ending a year, I understand how it feels to have achieved at least one of the goals you had in mind at the beginning of the year, I understand how hard it feels not to have a loved one close again to hug, or how grateful you are for everything that is here and now, in the present, in your life. Today December began, and now, at last, I understand that it is not only a return to the world, but a cumulus of memories and experiences that go with time.

Last year I was sad about things that had happened in my life. I should have submitted thesis and everything happened for this year, plus a relationship that I really thought was going to be long lasting had ended, and well, between sadness and several loose ends, December 2023 was not the best for me, but this only makes me look back and realize how good this December will be, which has just started, but it has the certainty of being something nice, a new beginning and also, a closure of a stage. This year has been incredible and I deserve to give myself a break, and this December feels like just that, a great break. Today December began, and I feel peace in my surroundings.

I apologize, too, for not using photos of my family or photos taken by me (not counting a couple that are mine), but to have used for this post so personal and so intimate, photos taken from the internet, but, despite sounding a contradiction, something so intimate for me, has to remain in words, because the way that most touches my soul to show what I feel is through photos, and this time, I want to keep the photos for myself. Today December started, and I want to keep my memories.

Llegó diciembre y ahora estamos en mi época favorita del año. Soy sagitario y cumplo años el 9 de diciembre, eso me emociona, y la navidad, el espíritu, el aire y la vibra que emana este último mes del año siempre me abrazan con desdén y de forma tan acogedora como deslumbrante. Es apenas primero de diciembre (cuando escribo esto) y hoy, a pesar de ser domingo, salí de mi ciudad para visitar a un hermano que veo al menos unas dos o tres veces al año. Vi a mi hermano, una persona con la que no conecto, pero que aprecio casi prácticamente con mi vida, una persona que sé de primera mano que no puede mantener una larga conversación conmigo, pero de igual forma, también es alguien que sé que ama y es noble, una gran persona y un buen familiar. Hoy empezó diciembre, y la familia se hace más de querer.