Last year, I decided not to come home for Christmas break.
I wanted to stay at the school & to celebrate Christmas with some of our friends.
I started to suppose after 2 or various days, that it was 1 of the biggest mistakes I had ever made. Christmas was meant to have snow & family, & to be able to relax by the fireplace. I moved from the furthest northern point in our US, to 1 of the further southern spots. I appreciate the school, & I appreciate our friends, however I did not love the heat. The biggest thing that made Christmas not believe love Christmas, was that I was invited to a pool celebration. They were fake Christmas trees around the entire pool, & they had a yellow Christmas tree with colorless garland all around it. I thought they should at least have a yellow tree if it was going to be fake, & not a yellow 1. Although I went to their Christmas celebration, it just was not the same. Most of the time, I spent inside with the a/c. I’d walk over to their fake fireplace, close our eyeah, & pretend I was home. I could hear our family singing Christmas carols with the blaze of the fireplace behind them. I became so homesick that I almost cried. I knew that I would never make the mistake of not going home for Christmas again. No matter where I lived or what I was doing, I planned on packing up & heading north to the fireplace & the snow.