T'was the days before Christmas
It's the day before Christmas and I'm here on my uber ride home to my mom.
Excited about Christmas for once. It's kinda weird that there aren't any gifts wrapped. Only received two gifts thus far and it was because it's work and there was an agreement of exchange gifting. I think spending time with the people I care about is a whole lot more precious than any gift can provide.
So I really gotta spend more time with family. No pressure anywhere. It used to be that I would think so much of what I would gift to each of my giftees, go out, brave the crowd, and then buy so much stuff, wrapped it all, gift it. Sometimes gift too much by giving a gift to a person who's not suppose to get it. Panic sets in when I didn't prepare anything for one person. Then give gifts secretly to the others so that one person I didn't bring anything to won't feel bad.
Then open up my gifts. Not like some. Eat something fatty because 'tis the season. Or have some stuff that would never ever use. What's the point of that?
I'm glad I'm on my way to minimalism be it gifts or food to way of life. I'm liking it now and find that I'm not as stressed. I'm loving life. My couple of days before Christmas was filled with children singing (c/o YouTube!) and poem reading to each other. It was exquisite. Especially since it was in my mother tongue. I felt home. Finally.