This is the first Christmas I won't be going home. It breaks my heart, it really does. I think I mostly miss my mom, who sets the tone for the season. I would kill to be able to spend one day with her driving me around picking out gifts, setting up the family tree and sitting at the kitchen counter making small talk as she cooks dinner with the soft melody of classical Christmas songs in the background. With my mom I'm always a kid and I have no worries because she's in control. I like being taken care of, babied even, by my mom.
Today my mom sent us a package for the 5th of December where you leave your shoes out at night for Father Christmas to fill with sweets. If there is one perk in being far from home during the holidays it is receiving packages.
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