Majority of my closest friends have buggered off to the University or College of their choice and I am now…how should i put it…let's use the word 'stuck' at home.
Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be paying rent or living too far away from my amazing family and I definitely don't want to be living outside of London but when all your friends are starting a new life, you can't help but a feel a little bit jealous. Am I right? Although I miss them like crazy, I am loving exploring and pushing my boundaries to see what I can truly achieve and I think 2014 will really give me an idea of what I should expect for the next however many years of my life
Last week, two of my favourite people (you know who you are) came back home from studying, and I have loved these past few days and them coming back has made me realise how lucky I am to have so many amazing people surrounding me everyday of my life. I can't wait to soak up the time we have together whilst they are home but I am very excited for one special day…and that day is Jesus' Birthday.
The picture above is of my fireplace (taken today) - and that fireplace has been my fireplace for eighteen years, four months and seventeen days (see photo below)
This picture was taken on the day I was bought home from hospital surrounded by cards, flowers, presents, balloons and other gifts from loving family and friends.
And now I will explain the meaning in me posting these two photos
For as long as I can remember, since I was a baby girl, on Christmas Day all the family would congregate to OUR home. In the lounge to open presents. Then into the dinning room to eat. Then back into the lounge to eat more and then watch a film…and eat more…then go into the kitchen only to collect food so we could sit down and eat another load of food.
On the 25th of December at some ridiculous hour of the morning, every year I would wake up with the biggest smile on my face as I knew Santa Claus/Saint Nick/Father Christmas/Kris Kringle had delivered my presents and I will tell you how I could tell from the moment I opened my eyes….
However before I tell you how I would like to make a complaint to Wikipedia by stating that Santa is a 'mythical figure'!
Well everyone knows that is a load of bollocks! Santa is real and I will tell you how I know.
Santa would leave a trail of snow from my fireplace to the end of my bed…every year...without fail - and this trail of snow wasn't just scattered…NO…it was in the shape of his boots and that is how I know Santa is real…(thanks mum and dad, for making every Christmas so magical)
Merry Christmas Everyone
xxxxxxx
P.S. never let anyone tell you that something isn't real
'if you want it to be true, fight for it to become reality'
hopefully i will be continuing my blogs in the new year, until then, Happy New Year
