Christmas pt. 2
... and a happy wish for 2006 for all of you.
To quickly sum up my the remains of my Christmas. When I came home from the old folks home with my grandmother, my mother and sister had arrived. The afternoon went slowly. I had brough my fotoalbum of pictures from my Bulgaria trip, but only managed to show my grandmother them, as she was very interested in seeing them, and seeing Sevi. As there were about 170 pictures, and as I had stories for almost all of them, then it took a really long time to show the album. I was also forced to help with the Christmas tree, but I mainly enjoyed sitting and watching my sweet little sister doing it. I never experienced the "magic" of Christmas, not even as a child, but she still has it, so even though Christmas was ruined for me, I was determined only to make sure she had a wonderful Christmas, as she's my joy and light, and I'm practically her father figure, as I am the only male she really is in relation of, and as I'm over 11 years older than her. The presents thing wasn't special. I got a lot of things I didn't really need, especially I got a book, that I directly would never place in my shelf, because I dislike it and it's authors, and it couldn't be swapped. And the big problem, that before me stands a big moving, that I'm panicing about, my place is so small, and everything is a mess, because I don't have room for it all, and the last thing I need is more useless things, that I don't know where to put, and which will take up place and will cause more weight and bigger back problems when moving. I sound like an ungrateful brat, don't I? I was very depressed about everything, and events after the unwrapping - which I won't eloborate - made it worse. Also I got a present, which wasn't a Christmas present, but one for celebrating my BA, my mother pressured me to open it now, but I wouldn't really want to do it, because already then I was aware, that my BA might not be finished by January, because I'm stupid and awful. But I had to open it, and it was the cell phone I have desired. After being pretty much the only person between 15 and 40 who resistantly avoided those things, I decided to give in. But I am determined not to use it very often. Only in ermergencies, and if I'm travelling somewhere and the train is delayed or something, so I can call and notify people. But I felt so guilty getting it now, because I haven't earned it (in the meaning, that I haven't achieved, what this present is for me to achieve). My mother said, that getting this phone might inspire me to get more busy on the BA. She was dead wrong. Unfortunally. My little sister enjoyed that I had a cell phone, and she helped me how to use it (my grandmother found it amusing, that a this little girl had to help an adult man). But my sister was happy, and we spend the night sending lots of text messages to each other, even though we were only a few yards apart.
On the 25th, my uncle came by with his wife and their children. I don't have any special memory of that, so I actually think it was something as rare, as a family gathering, were times were good. We had lunch together, and it was nice and quiet. But they left after 2 hours or less, so I didn't get to show them pictures, even though I on the day before, my uncle had wanted to see them. They did however often ask me about it, and all seemed very interested in hearing about Bulgaria. I guess it's because I usually never travel anywhere (it's so difficult to plan when you're all alone about it), and this was the first time I planned and did a travel by myself as an adult, I was so tired of everyone else travelling around but me. I also wore the t-shirt Sevi gave me (because it's my favourite shirt) on the 24th and 25th, and as it was in cyrrilic lettering, that also inspired some talks. After they left, I played some cards with my sister, and packed, and left around 6:50 pm. Walked to the train station, and took the train 7:30. I wanted to get home on the 25th for two special occasions: 1) that I expected, that all were I live is away for Christmas, so I could get some quietness to read (turned out not to be true), and 2) to get home and give myself a Christmas treat: good food while watching my beloved Ravens playing the late NFL game. And Ravens won the match, and I enjoyed it, my best Christmas present! And at that time it was 6 am, and about time to go to bed!