I Come From Foreign

This is my 4th Christmas in foreign and my first without any family members around *sob but not really* This year I actually chose it that way–it’s been really hectic and I just didnt feel for the travel, the hustle and bustle, the present-buying, the visiting family every day chaos (all of which I usually love) tra-la-la. 

So yes, I made the decision–no one to blame but myself. And but for one mini-meltdown when I couldnt find a Christmas tree to my liking, I’ve been pretty good. I’m still looking forward to the almost 2 weeks of peace and quiet and sloth-like do-nothingness. 

But we’ll see when the day comes. I havent had a Christmas in foreign that didnt start or end with bawling yet and I’m hoping this year will break the trend. Hopefully I’ve exorcised my demons and can just enjoy it for what it is–happy alone time with the bf so I can recollect and start the new year fresh– and not lament what it isnt–not home, not pastelles, not bringin out d ham, not soca santa, not parang (which I’ve grown to love–absence making the heart grow fonder and what not), not family, not warmth (you know, just in case you were wondering). A Trini Christmas will always be the best, but I have a feeling this one will be pretty good too.

I’m excited. I feel like I’m ready to embrace it. And the bf is poised to step in should the tears start to flow but I’m working on givin him a break. 

I’ll check back in post-xmas and let you know the verdict.