I was doing okay with the whole “being in a foreign country on a major holiday” thing, but now that the day is almost over (just as xmas in the USA begins) I’m feeling a bit sad.
I don’t have a religious bone in my body, but christmas is my favorite holiday. we gave it our best shot today, lots of expats having christmas brunch and watching christmas movies and holding a turkey-dinner christmas feast. I was so excited to have “western” food that I even ate two helpings of a food I’ve never willingly eaten before (yes you, mashed potatoes)
but I’m ending this christmas day by myself, equipped with sweatpants, hot chocolate&Bailey’s, beer, chocolate bars, and festive slippers. watching Love Actually (and realizing how watching Liam Neeson deal with his fake movie-wife’s death makes me feel bad for real Liam Neeson dealing with his real-wife’s death). wondering what my family is doing right now or if there’s any snow at home. If I was the type of person who cried I’d probably be bawling right now.
