This year I’m spending another Christmas with another family.
This time, I’m in another country, amongst people who speak a completely different language to me.
And yet I’ve never felt so at home.
This year I’m in Germany with my boyfriend and his family who have welcomed me with opened arms. I’m currently sitting here watching them play ‘Cacao’, listening to them plot their moves in German and it’s awesome!
This afternoon we even went to a real Christmas market and had real mulled wine (far superior to the Tesco Finest version I’d become accustomed to lol).
Watching these people: the way they connect, the way they dote upon each other, the subtle as well as loud waves of love they show to each other is astounding. Everybody who knows me, also knows that I’m a people watcher (I’m a Wallflower through and through). And there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing than watching this group of people right now.
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say in this post; Christmas has always been tough and this year I’m spending it with a family I only met last night! However, I’m an orphan who has found her family this year in various places; a chronically sick and disabled chick who found her Prince and works everyday regardless of how shit she feels, while also getting to travel and go to gigs; my life has changed dramatically this year and I’m ever so thankful.