Over the last week, I have seen examples of the best and worst that the human race has to offer. It’s Christmas time officially now. And normally I am excited beyond belief, am eagerly awaiting snow, and putting my Christmas tree up on the 1st of December whilst playing Christmas music. But with my time in England running out for this year, I am not really in a Christmasy mood. And there have been some not nice things happen.
I am very much looking forward to stepping on a plane and heading back to NZ my motherland, to see my friends and family, who for the most part, I have not seen for two years. I feel more homesick in the last week than I have in ages, I guess it’s because I am organising to spend time with my friends, who know me backwards and forwards, that the old familiar dull ache has resurfaced for them. I am beyond excited to feel the sun on my skin, to have the warmth in my bones and to spend time at the beach. And to add to the excitement there are a couple of weddings, Christmas and New Year’s added to it.
So for that reason, I am not putting up our flat Christmas tree this year, no one else really seems to care and I won’t be here to take it down either. And I have run out of time to do my normal turkey day as well. Which is a shame, but it’s a lot of work, and I will be having some even older traditions in NZ. My friends and I each year, have what I like to call Christmas Crazy day. This involves everyone getting together on the last day of work and getting ripsnorting drunk. And letting your hair down. I worked in a claims department for an insurance company, so in the week leading up to Christmas, all hell broke loose. People wanted their cars fixed before they went on holiday, despite the fact that the accident happened 6 months ago and we had been trying to close the claim since then, it was our fault that the panelbeaters were busy. Or they wanted their claims cashed then and there and when could the cheque be in their hands. It’s Christmas Eve lady, it will be with you after Christmas. It would drive a saint to drink, and we have already established that I am not one, so on Christmas Crazy day, I would gladly accept a glass of wine and settle in for a night of great chat with my friends. Anyone looking in on us would think us slightly unhinged, there have been food fights, people falling off chairs, I vaguely remember a streak, but that could have been another occasion… This year, it might be a bit more tame as this time there are kids present, but nonetheless I am looking forward to it.
It’s things like this that I am focussing on, when I hear about my good friend being mugged outside her front door, or my backpack being stolen from a busy bar. I guess that thieves get desperate at Christmas, just like the rest of us, but the difference being that I have worked 6 days a week for the last two years to get what I have, and they just stole it from me in a matter of minutes. The bag thank goodness did not have anything of great value in it, my sis was worried about my passport, but it had a set of worn that day work clothes, work notes that were valuable to no one but me, and £100 of purchased in the last half hour lingerie. I had just used up the last of my discount at Bravissimo. I am really annoyed that this happened to me. But in contrast with my friend being knocked to the ground and having her handbag stolen, it pales. The police have been great, they called me back today and told me that they are going to check the CCTV in the bar where we were, considering that I have heard of more stabbings recently, that is jolly good of them. My friends at Bravissimo are also angels, with three of them offering to share their discounts with me so that I can replace what was stolen. Which brought a few tears to my eyes. I don’t want to seem like I don’t care, but I just don’t have the energy to waste worrying about it right now. The energy is better spent on getting the items replaced, organising Christmas pressies and getting home in one piece.
Friday night saw me saying goodbye to a good friend. Yep, another one heading home and another sad goodbye for me. This goodbye was made a bit better by meeting Leo for the first time. He is very cute wee man who was 12 days old. And I got a cuddle. Oh he was cute. Made my ovaries ache and think of what could be one day. He and my good friends, made the presence of an ex boyf who should have known better bearable. The less said about that incident the better.
So today, on my first Sunday off in a very long time, I woke up, watched some tele, spoke to the police and got a few emails off. I am relaxed and getting through my chores. I am feeling positive and putting it out there that life is good, and hoping that it comes back my way. And will be walking to the cinema later. So life is good people. Bad stuff happens to good people, but just remember, karma will sort it out. We might not see it, but that is kinda what faith is!
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