So, it's ten days until I go home for Christmas, and I am SO EXCITED it's unreal. Seven weeks is a looong time to be away when I've never been apart from my family for more than a week before. I am insanely impatient and unsettled at the minute; I can't get to sleep at night, I'm constantly thinking about the journey home and if I'll have enough time to check in and get through security once I get to the airport, if the bus and trains will run if the snow comes back, etc etc. But I literally can't wait to get home and see everyone; I'm missing them all insanely and I'm so happy that I'll be seeing them soon.
It snowed pretty heavily this week; it must have been a foot deep. While it was pretty to look at, it took me twice as long as usual to trudge through it with my big shopping bags. I guess I'm becoming a proper grown-up, seeing snow as a nuisance rather than something fun to play in.
Another reason I'm looking forward to getting home is the continental market. It's a TRADITION to go and have bratwurst and German beer and paella, and talk to the Native American man, so I can't wait to go; I think we're going straight from the airport, which I'm really looking forward to.
So, Joyeux Noel and here's hoping the snow goes away!