I am likely to sit under the Christmas tree of my parents this year again. This became clear after the phone call today. My mother is already planning the cakes that I shall eat, my bf awaits me to come to the North to continue the Christmas party a few days later. It seems impossible to withdraw from this Christmas thing. I like daily life, I am even proned to say I prefer it.
After these Indian and birthday troubles with my parents I had other plans for me. I saw me already preparing a 3 course menue for me here in my clean and decluttered shanty on Christmas Day. Alone I would be. Happy, perhaps a bit melancholy. Exotic food I would have served myself. No chance. Routine like every year will happen. It might be better not to plan anything as it is not possible anyway. Deeds are done, events happen.