Back Stepping

I've only just realized that I failed to document my first British Christmas. And as I would hate to leave you all in the dark, I figure it's only right to dish. So with that said...

It was really great! I had work Christmas Eve (which was actually kind of nice, but it made the day feel less festive), and took a train up north to Derbyshire to stay with my Mom's cousin Jo (and her hubby Andy), her Mom and Dad Di and Terry, and an Aussie named Sam (who's firstly a female and secondly a friend of Jo's).

While it didn't quite feel like Christmas, it was nice to experience something a bit 'out of the norm' persay (i.e. Boxing Day). It was a really layed back kind of holiday, and it was just what I needed actually-t'was nice to get out of the city and into the country.

I also vid-chatted with the fam in NY Christmas day, so I wasn't completely in the dark. The event that was the video chat took place during my Dad's annual Christmas breakfast, and it made me miss home a lot :( It's funny b/c I generally dread that damn breakfast-I'm usually paranoid about the state of the house and thus stress like no other as I run around cleaning/yelling at everyone to clean. But I guess I kind of missed that paranoia/stress this year...