Father Christmas came to the little flat in Chalk Farm, ate a mince pie in the kitchen and has handwriting which looks a lot like Letad’s!
After lunch in Croydon with some of my favourite people yesterday, going to an incredibly moving Midnight Mass in Primrose Hill last night where I confess, tears were shed and waking up and having champagne for breakfast with the love of my life, it’s been a fantastic Christmas so far.
From Skype with my lovely parents, ringing my sister who had finished Christmas at 11:30am, and an email from my brother. messages on Facebook and the rest of the day to be spent with Letad’s family. It’s a day of love and friendship, my perfect idea of Christmas.
I’m thinking of all my dearest friends, in California, in Mexico, in Australia, in the UK and everywhere else I have people I care about.
Happy Christmas Everyone!
Having rashly offered to take mince pies along on Christmas Day, I’ve been spending an evening at home baking.
Thirty six mince pies later, I’m almost finished and I’m pleased to say that the results are pretty good. It must be said that I’m a Northerner and I strongly suspect that making pastry is in the blood. I’ve now decided to take some mince pies along to a Christmas Eve gathering as it’s pies galore here and to be honest I don’t think I can eat any more!
Tonight while I’ve been rolling out pastry, I’ve had a chance to reflect on the year past.
For the past few years I’ve written the Accomplishment List. At the end of each year I write down what I’ve accomplished that year, and I write the Accomplishment List for the coming year. In December 2011 my list for 2012 looked somewhat like this…
• Move to UK and rent short term flat
• Establish new career in UK/Europe
• Meet and fall in love with, a new man
• Consider getting a dog
• Financial goal – flexible while transitioning. Aim for £65,000
• Saving/spending – live sensibly while getting established
• Lose weight
• Get eating/diet back on track
• Maintain positive outlook
• Maintain old friends
• Develop and expand new friendships
• Qualify for mortgage
• Continue to learn french
With the exception of getting a dog and qualifying for a mortgage, I’ve done everything I set out to do this year.
I’m now busy writing my Accomplishment List for 2013 and on New Year’s Eve will spend some time reflecting on the year past and the year to come.
In the meantime, mince pie anyone?
I’d forgotten it’s the end of the world on Friday which makes Christmas shopping, work and living in general fairly pointless.
If the world does end on Friday (which I strongly suspect it won’t) I’m so pleased that I’ve had the year I’ve had.
From leaving LA to landing in London, meeting Letad and getting engaged, having a fabulous summer in France and getting a new job. It’s been exciting, challenging and fantastic.
If we survive, 2013 is looking even better.
Fingers crossed for Saturday…
Saturday morning and with Christmas just around the corner, Letad and I set off into central London to go Christmas shopping. Big mistake!
It seems that I’m now living on soup.
Soup for lunch, soup for dinner, soup, soup, soup and soup. It’s lucky I love soup as this is taking soup to a whole new level and makes the days of living on lentils look fairly luxurious.
I’m now approaching the end of my first week as a London commuter and I’m going to admit, it’s been a hard week. I’m not used to getting the tube in rush hour (push, shove, elbow), I’m not used to the cold (cough, sneeze, brrr) and I’m facing challenges I’ve never faced before…
As I battled down to the tube station this evening, an enthusiastic bagpiper honked out some Christmas carols. Somehow the bagpipes didn’t quite capture the festive spirit and there was a distinct lack of appreciation among the tired commuters.
I nodded in his direction, appreciated the kilt and full regalia, then shoved my way on to the tube and came home to eat soup and do some coughing.
Despite this week’s challenges, I’m in good spirits and am excited as Letad is coming here this weekend.
After spending months skipping through Regent’s Park in a bubble of happiness, or even better, living in the south of France in the smug bubble, reality has hit and I’m now a London commuter.
I’ll be honest, it’s been a bit of a shock. Hundreds of people crowd on to the tube, pushing and shoving in order to get to and from work. Forget personal space and crowd issues, this is cattle class at its worst as we’re shoved in nose to tail trying desperately to avoid eye contact.
It’s now winter in London and it’s suddenly very cold. The long bright days of summer are over and the days are short. Everyone seems to have a cold and being packed into a tiny sardine can, the germs spread like wildfire and so inevitably I have a nasty London cold.
As I battled down Oxford Street in the cold and dark, sneezing my way on to the tube, I thought of my days in California where I still have a lovely car, where the weather is warm and the sun shines every day (according to Neil Diamond). And listening to “California Dreamin'” a little nostalgia sets in as I’m suddenly driving down the Pacific Coast Highway, golden sun, palm trees and wind in my hair.
But then, it’s been the best year of my life and leaving LA was the right decision so I’m elbowing my way on to the tube for the time being, it’s a means to an end and the plans are progressing well.