If only in my dreams.
Well, life is good to me right now. My internship in San Francisco is great, I'm learning a lot and getting to see anotehr new bit of the world.
So pretty much all is well.
A huge bummer right now, though, is that I won't be going home for Christmas. I usually don't have problems with feeling homesick, because I love travelling and know my friends and family will welcome me back home when I return, but being alone in San Francisco for Christmas is a bit sad.
I love Christmas. To an extend that my friends have started referring to me as "The Yuletide Pest". The cookies, the gift-giving, the music, the family, the watching of "It's a wonderful life" - I;m all over that. And I draw a lot of energy from the warm fuzzy feelings generated in seeing all my friends and family.
For the first time in my life, I miss my home.
Sorry to go all emo on your arses.
Now, each year around Christmas, these wishlist thingies go around on lj. I won't go for anything material. But: seeing as most of the great people on my watchlist are very (very) talented artists, it'd be great to have something other than my dad's famous chestnuts to warm my heart on christmas eve. Because all of you guys' work usually manages to make me smile. So there. Don't feel like you have to, now. But if an art bunny comes a"knocking, let it have its party, eh?
Happy Christmas, you lovely bunch!