It's thusfar proven to be quite the lonesome holiday.
This morning I cried because I thought of my family eating yogurt on Christmas morning without me... and me eating yogurt on Christmas morning without them. (It's a family tradition... don't ask.)
Africa is very, very far away from home.
And up until this morning, I wasn't homesick at all.
My family's not religious at all, nor do we even care about Christmas... but for us, it's a reason to get together and share horrible childhood memories about my step-father, and crack toilet-humor jokes around the table. My mother just sits and sighs (and we all try to convince ourselves that she's holding back the laughter, and trying to be a good mother), and listens to us- and sometimes throws in the odd bad memory about our shitty little childhoods.
But I'm really lucky to have my favorite girlfriend here visiting and even staying with me over the holiday season.
This morning when I was crying over the yogurt and complaining about how lonely Christmas is, she quoted the line from "When Harry Met Sally" and said, "That's why there are so many suicides." And my tears stopped and my laughter started.
That type of person... that's all I need. The kind who can make you laugh when you're crying. Bestever.
Happy Holidays, guys.
And even though it's cheesy[goodness], I hope you've got people around that'll make you laugh even when you're crying.
11:15 a.m. - December 24, 2003
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