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Day Three Hundred and Thirty-Five:    Let’s Go to the Mall

My first Christmas shopping trip to the mall was today and baby it was impossible.  There was a massive line for Santa Claus, the parking lot was insane, and the sales were absolutely obnoxious.  I don’t really know if I am happy about the Christmas music or find it irritating, is this me growing out of my Christmas phase or just growing an ear that is tuned to low patience at this time of year?  Whatever it is, being at the mall today was a decent break from the work that I’ve been chained to all day and will be for the next ten, and it was nice to get out of a pair of pajama’s for once this weekend.  Funny thing about finals week it makes me want to hole up in my bed and never leave.

But the mall, despite the people and the music, was pleasant.  It reminds me of home, and I am missing home a lot today.  Usually I would be home putting up the Christmas tree this weekend but due to all of our busy and clashing schedules decorating has been moved to Thursday.  It will be a lovely day, I am sure, but until then I have to be in overdrive to compensate for all of this work.

In the mean time I have found myself becoming nostalgic of the days when I lived in a small town.  This was fifteen years ago, but it was wonderful.  Christmas there was wonderful, we were near our families and very good friends, and our house was always so cosy.  The things about those Christmases aren’t as clear as they used to be for me, the memories have begun to slip away, but little things remain.  Candles on the stereo and bookshelves, Esmerelda pajama’s, the cat, and being close to family.  Guelph isn’t so far, but it’s just far enough to make me wish for the upcoming holidays more and more with each passing hour.

I’ll be home for Christmas, soon.

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