The Laughter Across the Street.
we are still the sleepyheads.
The semester is over.
Perhaps I should reflect.
It started out a little more difficult than I thought, not the classes, just adjusting. But eventually, I adjusted and so is everyone else. I don't like being away from the people I love. It scares me. But I don't have a choice. Confession #1.
In any case, I'm happy that it ended well and I'm happy that we all get to start
over in January.
In the meantime, I'm trying really really hard to enjoy Christmas. Because I do,
I love it.
I love stockings and decorating trees and fires in fireplaces.
I love buying presents for people and I can't wait to give presents.
But some things never change. Even though turning 18 and college were supposed to help.
And bah humbug.
Yeah, I said it.
Confession #2.
I want to bake. I've never wanted to bake before.
But for some reason all I want to do right now is bake, bake, bake. Oatmeal cookies.
Christmas oatmeal cookies.
I'll bake Christmas cookies, sit by the Christmas tree, and pretend it's cold enough to
snow outside for some Christmas tea.
Then maybe I'll wrap some Christmas presents.
That will get me in the spirit.
I can't wait until you come home.