December 1

[featherxquill]

It's 18 minutes into December 1. 25 days til Christmas. One month until New Year.

This time last year, I had one month to go until I left the country.

I just listened to HIM's 'Behind The Crimson Door' and it made me... so incredinly nostalgic. Simply because I listened to Dark Light a lot in my first few weeks in the UK. It makes me think of London, of jetlag and wonder and wandering around Trafalgar Square in the rain, darkness at 4pm and I'm on the other side of the world and I'm not going to see home again for six months and that's so frightening and so amazing.

I keep wondering what I want for Christmas, what I'm going to do on New Year's eve.

And I can think is god, please, I wand Groundhog Year. I want a chance to live that again. That independence. That freedom.

Part of me says 'you will, you'll get there again', and another part says 'this has been the best year of your life'.

While I was in Norwich, I kept dreaming that I was home, and I wasn't ready to be home, and then I'd wake up and think thank god I'm still here.

But I wasn't ready to leave even when it became real.

It feels like yesterday. It feels like it was all a dream.

Can I wake up on New Years morning and live the year again?

Comments

[princesslucia.livejournal.com]

>hugs< There really will be other years like it. You just have to hang on and wait for them.

Do you remember I was planning my European trip this time last year, and we arranged to meet? Maybe you should come to the theatre with me in Japan too. ;)