Merry Chrimbo y’all.
What a strange Christmas it has been this year, for me as well as many of my favourite bloggers. It seems everyone has found “Start Again 2010” to be a harder year than we had all hoped.
This Christmas was my first Christmas away from my family ever, and I think the thing I missed most was the sheer number of people that I usually spend my Christmases with. I am used to boisterousity. Or sommat. This Christmas was much smaller, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t as lovely. It was. It was intimate and thoughtful and relaxed. But it was different, and it brought home to me how much my life has changed in 2010.
My general mood has been pretty reflective for the last month or so, and prone to melancholy. I’d been feeling as though the dreams I’d had for this trip, and for my life were slipping through my hands, and that I was destined for mediocrity (the horror! The horror!). But I’ve decided, fuck it, I’m due for an attitude change. There is a hell of a better chance of making my ‘dreams come true’ (gag) in a town like London, rather than Perth. The BF and I have decided to give it six months before making the move to the capital, and then we’re going to love it sick. I went it to Lahndahn the other day for a spot of Chrissie shopping, and my heart does lift a little as the train pulls through the outer suburbs. I just have this conviction that it is where I am supposed to be now. So let’s make it happen!!
We’re also booking a short jaunt to gay Paris for Feb, which is going to be delicious. I really can’t wait to show the BF around. I want him to love it the way I love it, and for him to feel as special as I do when I am there. I want him to fall in love with France, and for it to be a part of our lives. Each day that I don’t speak French, my ability gets worse, and my fear of making a mistake (which I will do more often) gets more and more paralysing. But not to worry, if we’re there every other weekend (ahem), I’m sure my French will be tip top in no time!
That’s the plan, anyway.
How was your Christmas, was it what you hoped for?