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I found myself thinking about Charlise today as I sat beneath the town tree. It’s not like I don’t sit here often, but be it the cold chill in the air or an old memory wriggling its way to the forefront of my mind for no discernible reason, I remembered the time she and I sat here talking about the mayor back when he was relaxing at Tortimer Island.

She’s moved on now. I started to wonder whether or not she was doing okay, wherever she was. I thought the same about Yuka and Jitters… Beardo, Becky, Carmen and Roscoe… Simon… even little Bluebear set forth to parts unknown, and yet here I remain.

I was disappointed in myself, in a roundabout way, for still sitting beneath this leafless tree in the middle of this sleepy village while others had taken the initiative to see what else is out there. I needn’t have been so hard on myself, especially since two of those animals didn’t exactly leave by choice, but it was hard not to criticise myself this way.

Was it because I thought myself better than those former neighbours? Did their ability to actually know what to do with themselves sadden me or frustrate me? I wasn’t sure. Truth is, I’m still not.

I decided to blame the weather. It was chilly, grey and quiet, with mushy snow surrounding where I sat. “Yes,” I thought, “the weather is why. Simple thoughts from now on. Overthinking is what got you in this slump to begin with.” I distracted myself with another book I had borrowed from Whitney - “Playing to Win the Stalk Market”. Hm… maybe this is how I could turn my life around?

“But why didn’t you go with him?” my mind insisted on revisiting.
“Why did you ever think something was happening?”
“Why would anyone…”

The sound of running paws pit-pattering over the bridge and onto the crunchy snow-covered grass broke me out of yet another miserable stupor.

“Alice!” Stinky panted, “there you are! S-Sorry, were you daydreaming again?”

I laughed at the idea that this was something he needed to apologise for. It was flattering too that he remembered a conversation from so long ago.

“No, no, it’s alright,” I smiled as warmly as I could, “What’ is it, Stinky?”

“V-Vicky and I are gonna play hide and seek with Phoebe! Y’know, since she hasn’t played it with us before…” he said anxiously but still definitely excited about it. “We need one more player to be the seeker, so… I was wondering if maybe you…”

Even I wasn’t cynical enough to turn down that little face of his.

“Sure!” I said, getting to my feet. “Sounds like fun.”

Stinky skipped ahead, his smile big enough to stretch the opening in his mask. And as if on cue, the clouds parted, allowing the sun to illuminate the landscape ahead of me. It actually made me stop for a moment. What a beautiful place.

The fact that I could safely leave my book out here in the open really said something to me. The worst that could happen is that somebody goes out of their way to return it. I’m safe here. Maybe I won't leave - ever. Would that be so bad? Playing hide and seek in the snow, as if nothing else mattered. Or maybe that’s just it? Maybe this is a sign that I should keep seeking what I want - what I need - what I deserve… Maybe…

I shook my head and carried on forwards.
“Simple thoughts.”

–Credits theme–
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za980W…

~Author’s Notes~
Aaaand that concludes the third season of My Place!!
I wanted to get this out a little earlier, but once again I had a tough time writing something that I was happy with. For my traditional end-of-season wrap up, click here: www.deviantart.com/cookieboy01… it’s like a super ~author’s notes~.

But if you’ve got better things to do, then let me just say thanks for reading this far - your silent enjoyment means a lot, and I really mean that. There probably won’t be another season until early next year as I’ve got a lot on my plate these days, but I’m gonna keep posting stuff here so I’m not going anywhere. But, until then, see you soon!

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I found myself thinking about Charlise today as I sat beneath the town tree. It’s not like I don’t sit here often, but be it the cold chill in the air or an old memory wriggling its way to the forefront of my mind for no discernible reason, I remembered the time she and I sat here talking about the mayor back when he was relaxing at Tortimer Island.

She’s moved on now. I started to wonder whether or not she was doing okay, wherever she was. I thought the same about Yuka and Jitters… Beardo, Becky, Carmen and Roscoe… Simon… even little Bluebear set forth to parts unknown, and yet here I remain.

I was disappointed in myself, in a roundabout way, for still sitting beneath this leafless tree in the middle of this sleepy village while others had taken the initiative to see what else is out there. I needn’t have been so hard on myself, especially since two of those animals didn’t exactly leave by choice, but it was hard not to criticise myself this way.

Was it because I thought myself better than those former neighbours? Did their ability to actually know what to do with themselves sadden me or frustrate me? I wasn’t sure. Truth is, I’m still not.

I decided to blame the weather. It was chilly, grey and quiet, with mushy snow surrounding where I sat. “Yes,” I thought, “the weather is why. Simple thoughts from now on. Overthinking is what got you in this slump to begin with.” I distracted myself with another book I had borrowed from Whitney - “Playing to Win the Stalk Market”. Hm… maybe this is how I could turn my life around?

“But why didn’t you go with him?” my mind insisted on revisiting.
“Why did you ever think something was happening?”
“Why would anyone…”

The sound of running paws pit-pattering over the bridge and onto the crunchy snow-covered grass broke me out of yet another miserable stupor.

“Alice!” Stinky panted, “there you are! S-Sorry, were you daydreaming again?”

I laughed at the idea that this was something he needed to apologise for. It was flattering too that he remembered a conversation from so long ago.

“No, no, it’s alright,” I smiled as warmly as I could, “What’ is it, Stinky?”

“V-Vicky and I are gonna play hide and seek with Phoebe! Y’know, since she hasn’t played it with us before…” he said anxiously but still definitely excited about it. “We need one more player to be the seeker, so… I was wondering if maybe you…”

Even I wasn’t cynical enough to turn down that little face of his.

“Sure!” I said, getting to my feet. “Sounds like fun.”

Stinky skipped ahead, his smile big enough to stretch the opening in his mask. And as if on cue, the clouds parted, allowing the sun to illuminate the landscape ahead of me. It actually made me stop for a moment. What a beautiful place.

The fact that I could safely leave my book out here in the open really said something to me. The worst that could happen is that somebody goes out of their way to return it. I’m safe here. Maybe I won't leave - ever. Would that be so bad? Playing hide and seek in the snow, as if nothing else mattered. Or maybe that’s just it? Maybe this is a sign that I should keep seeking what I want - what I need - what I deserve… Maybe…

I shook my head and carried on forwards.
“Simple thoughts.”

–Credits theme–
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Za980W…

~Author’s Notes~
Aaaand that concludes the third season of My Place!!
I wanted to get this out a little earlier, but once again I had a tough time writing something that I was happy with. For my traditional end-of-season wrap up, click here: www.deviantart.com/cookieboy01… it’s like a super ~author’s notes~.

But if you’ve got better things to do, then let me just say thanks for reading this far - your silent enjoyment means a lot, and I really mean that. There probably won’t be another season until early next year as I’ve got a lot on my plate these days, but I’m gonna keep posting stuff here so I’m not going anywhere. But, until then, see you soon!

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