Christmas.
So here I am on Christmas eve in an airport. Its surprisingly not something that I'm feeling bitter about. I'm going home. I just spent a week in Texas then a week with my mother. Let's jut say my week with the boy was a whole lot better, but that was expected. I did enjoy the time I spent with my mom, but her husband( ew ) started to get on my nerves. I started to find it hard to hold back my snide comments everytime he talked. I indeed was able to prevent any of them from slipping out, which was hard. Now I'm just glad to be going home to spend time with the family I've been closest to for the past two years. I find myself missing them all so much and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to handle moving. Oh well, we'll see when the time comes. All I know is I can't wait to be with Arthur again, and I can't wait for Christmas tomorrow. Overall, I am a pretty happy girl currently. :]