Happy Holidays

Tomorrow I go home for Christmas.

I'm spending more time up in the countryside than usual (five days in North Wales, three days in Shropshire) and I'm so excited. Because for reasons I don't need to get into, I'm looking forward to Christmas for the first time in four years.

It's difficult to explain how excited I am about Christmas this year. It's totally different to any Christmas I can remember. I'm giddy with the thought of going home tomorrow. I can't wait to get my presents ready tomorrow before I catch my train (need to find Christmas stockings, need to pack crafty things to make cards on the train). I have no idea if my train from Euston will run on time (if at all) and I don't really care. My dad might have to come and pick me up from Birmingham if I get really stuck. Heh. My folks live in North Wales, I'm sure he'll look forward to that phone call. But it doesn't matter. Because I don't care how I get there, I just will. So it's OK.

Christmas is pretty chilled out at home. It's just my parents, and me and my brother. And some purry cats to play with too. It's quiet. Hanging with friends and family on Christmas eve (especially my Gran who is in a nursing home, whom I miss terribly), my Dad's mince pies, yummy Christmas dinner (never turkey) soap Christmas specials. Presents. Hanging out with my parents. Getting pissed on cheap wine and watching romcoms with my Mum. I've got exciting presents for my family this year. Stuff they're not expecting. But that's not why I'm excited.

I'm excited because I'll be going home to see my family.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you're having a wonderful time, wherever you are for the holidays.