For the past week or so I have been feeling particularly homesick. This is the first time I've felt like I really want to go home and be with my family, since Chris and I moved in together six months ago. I'm certain that part of this homesickness is due to it being Christmas. Christmas has always been a family holiday for me, and sticking to my decision to just spend it with Chris has been really difficult (I'm seriously considering spending Christmas day with my parents next year if they don't mind!).
However, I'm refusing to give in to my inner child on this as I am really stubborn and also, I feel it is time for me to try living life my way. Of course I have no idea what that means yet, but I get the feeling it's the sort of thing you learn from trying rather than keeping it to theory.
I will be seeing my parents, my sister, and my little brother this weekend though and I'm really excited about it as I miss them all so much. It doesn't feel that long since I was still living at home and groaning about getting up each day to go to school (which, when I think about it, was very weird as I am a very academic person) but, it turns out, life catches up. I'm just beginning to realise this and that, while I will always have my family, my friends and my memories, finding out who I am and what I really want is the next step in my life. Guess I grew up after all (well, except when it comes to Christmas - I can't wait to leave out a mince pie for Santa and see what he leaves me to unwrap).