Another Christmas break is slowly coming to an end…
Every year when these glorious two weeks come around I feel so free, almost as though it’s summer. My brain starts making crazy plans about how much I will do, and how well I will use my time and how much I’ll exercise and eat carefully and read books, and do all the things that I never have time for. And every year, without exception, the end of the holidays arrive when I’m still mid-daydream thinking about the great ways in which I could spend my time. January, why do you always come around so quick?
As cosy and perfect as winters are, time spent at home during the vacation always goes by far too quickly, and suddenly we’re all back to waking up at 7am to a cold, miserable and dark winter morning. I think that’s what’s most unbearable – waking up in the dark. You try to motivate yourself, setting upbeat songs as your alarm, imagining how you will bounce out of bed in the morning feeling fresh – but everything is so gloomy when the sun isn’t around. On the bright side, I’m looking forward to February.
- In February, at least by the time I get to school, the moon clears out of the way for the sun to resurface and that’s refreshing. Especially if I’m walking to school around 8am.
- I have a 4-day weekend right after my finals (so relieved about this, I could almost hit fastforward)
- The last week of February is half-term which means I’m going to Turkey, seeing my grandparents, relatives and friends and buying my graduation ball gown.
- And most importantly, February means my 18th birthday! I’m actually not that psyched about it being my 18th except that it’s a good excuse to party hard – I’m just excited that it’s my birthday, and I guess the fact that it’s significant is exciting, but it’s also equally frightening. a) because despite that I don’t realize it now, and I probably won’t until I move out, I’m going to be fully responsible of myself and b) because after 18 the number of significant birthdays left is not that many… and also not that exciting. So I guess there’s 20-21, 25… but then what? 30!? But I guess I shouldn’t think so far down the road. BASICALLY, February = my birthday. And it’s on the weekend of the holidays which might be something to complain about but at least it’s not on a weekday when I feel guilty for not revising for a quiz I have the next day.
All in all, I have hope in February, so please come around soon and pace yourself because I want it to last.