The past year and a half (I still can’t quite believe I left Malta that long ago) has been a period of ‘Firsts’. I have experienced so many things by myself for the first time that it’s really quite overwhelming when I look back and realise just how much I have been able to adapt to and accomplish in that time frame. This Christmas is going to be another First: the first Christmas away from my parents. Ever. Meep! I know I am 24 but I still find this one quite scary. I had such a hard time of getting back to Malta to spend Christmas with them last year due to a bad snow storm shutting down Dublin airport that I have decided not to do it again this year. It’s not that I think the consequent 15-hour ferry/coach trip to London, overnight stay at my sister’s in Essex and €350 last minute flight to Malta weren’t worth it in the long run but it’s not something I would like to repeat two years in a row. Not to mention the fact that I have a lot of expenses coming up next year thanks to The Big Trip!
As happy as I am to be able to spend Christmas with my sister in England, I felt quite sad as I flipped through the ‘Christmas Wishes From Across the Seas’ cards this afternoon. At the same time, it’s a good step in preparation for next year’s Christmas where I am going to be a lot further away from home and with no family around me whatsoever. I can already imagine that even if I am lying on a warm beach in Goa, I’m still going to be feeling pretty miserable about not being with my family. But the fact of it is that if it’s a beach in Goa I’m lying on, someone had better give me a kick up the bum if I sulk for more than a day!