Siena Fite, Ellen Hao
A holiday is a strange thing. So much is wrapped up into one–family, shopping, nostalgia, identity, gods–that it ceases to remain a day like any other. Entire years pass without notice, but you might remember what you were doing last Hanukkah, or Christmas, or New Year’s Eve. Maybe your holiday was a joyous one, filled with beautiful reunions and delicious food. Maybe it was a difficult reminder of family, or of the absence of a loved one. Not every individual holiday is memorable, but together they form the yearly scaffolding of our decades.
