This Christmas I am – not for the first time – far away from ‘home’ and family. (I say ‘home’ like that because I’m pretty good at making my home wherever I happen to be, I settle in quickly and adapt well so Syndey is my home now).
This year I didn’t get a single card or present from a family member in time for Christmas – Australia is a long way away and the post can take weeks and everyone has busy lives… but still.
However, it was all okay because my friends are such good, kind, thoughtful people.
Jools managed to get me a card and two perfectly chosen presents in time for Christmas, even though she has a job, a husband and a small child. I admire her more than I can say.
Oly called me on Christmas Eve all the way from France for a lovely chat.
Ed sent me a text message which arrived on Christmas morning and really made me smile.
And then I spent Christmas Day with a couple of new friends (a Kiwi and a German) and their friends here in Sydney who were the embodiment of the spirit of Christmas: welcoming, warm, generous, and sincere in their hospitality. We had a lot of fun in a very relaxed way.
My family – especially my parents – tend to stress me out, so although I miss my brother and my sister-in-law and my sisters, I’m glad that I was here for Christmas.