Merry Christmas

Since this is Christimas, or at least it'f aftermath, I supose it is fitting to write about Christmas. I think I’ll reminisence a bit and share the two Christmas I remember most, my best Christmas and my worst.

My worst Christmas was when I was in first year. The first time I spend Christmas away from my family. And regretfully I spend it alone in Melbourne. All my friends are away (literelly all) and the city is dead (suppose everyone are home with their families). The day itself was uneventful, I took a train ride to Ferntree Gully visit my homestay for a while then after giving some lame excuses head back to city in another empty train and walk back to my flat. I was going to get something for dinner, but obviously everything is closed. I think that was the only time my aloneness become loneliness.

My best Christmas is still yet to come I hope. What it will be like, I don’t really know. But I do know what I hope it will be like. I hope on that Christmas day, I am a contented person. I hope it’ll be in my own home, a house I decorated myself. I hope the house will faintly smell ginger breads. I hope that I will sleep in after going to the midnite mass the eve before. I hope that everything is warm and cozy. I hope that I will spend it with my significant other.

In the mean time, Merry Christmas and remember your Best Christmas is just round the corner...