This week feels like it's never going to end. I can't believe it's only Sunday. And I work tonight. As a matter of fact, I just got off from work. Another reason I am not fond of the holidays. My chosen career dictates that I work like crazy.
I spent Thanksgiving in Philly with Mike and his family. Overall, had a fine time. I just hate the whole travelling in a crowded train drama. When I was single, my family and I had a discussion about coming home for the holidays. I had decided that I was no longer going to be part of the madness of going home to stuff my face with food. I no longer wanted to be part of the whole insanity. They accepted. I ended up spending more quality times with them because it wasn't "forced". It was fine for a while. Then he came into my life. We became a couple. We moved in. Suddenly, it's like being married. His family for holidays since mine doesn't really do much for any holiday. Travelling isn't something I relish. Ever.
This year, I'm thinking that it may be the last year that I am going to be travelling for any part of the holidays. I just want to be home. My home. Our home. The one where we spend most of our time together. The one where we live our lives. The one where we create our own traditions. Our own joy. Our own.
I know he'll be disappointed. But, I think it has to start somewhere. My job doesn't have "holidays off". It's fine with me. Truth is, I chose this career because I was fine not celebrating holidays. But it has to be done. I can't be on a two trains in less than 24 hours. It drains me. Especially when I have to go straight to work.
And to think, Christmas is just around the corner. Here's to hoping. Later.