Home. That place you can always return to, eat all their food, drink all their beer, and still be loved and accepted... at least until you finish university, and have your own home to go too, where you precede to sadly give your own beer and food over to your "loved" guests.
The holidays. That time spent, usually at home, drinking someones beer, and eating someones food. And still be loved in the process.
I, am home for the holidays. I've just completed and passed everything in my first semester of university. A pretty satisfying accomplishment, if I do say so myself. So I returned home for the holidays. And I returned to , as the definition of home and holidays explain, free food and beer. Who cares if you now have to sleep in the little room in the basement, because your Father decided to turn your room into a gym. Or your sister as taken your entire book, and game collection as her own. They're family, right? And it's the holidays. Good spirit and good will...right?
All jokes aside, it's good to be home after three months. Last Christmas, I was involved with a Katimavik Program, so I was away in Ontario, however the genius of the internet allowed me to Skype home to my Dad, and watch as everyone opened their gifts, and they watched as I hauled mine out of the brown paper and boxes.
I don't really know if I had a point for this piece, I think I may have just wanted to write about the holidays. I am happy to be home, and to be surrounded by smiling faces. It's a nice feeling to have. And I hope everybody can experience it over the the holidays.
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