This is my first Christmas home in 4 years. The last time I was here my aunt was dying and little did I know, that would be the last time I saw her. It was also the thing that kept me from coming home again. How would it be the same without her here.
So last September I came for a film festival and had a couple cries but made it through. Now it's Christmas. I moaned about the cost and time it took to come home and I wondered if it would really be worth it even though I knew it would. Even though I needed to have some time for myself.
When you're so far away in another country, with another life, you think nothing will change. My last post talked about how things change. But it doesn't talk about how people won't always be there.
