I remember Christmases as a child. Even after I had figured out Santa's secret there was still a magic to it.
After moving out on my own I still spent Christmas with my family, and that made it special.
It has been a couple of years since I made home and I was planning on being up there sometime during these holidays but I have been unable to go. My work visa is under review for a renewal at the moment and if I went home I would be unable to come back.
This has had me feeling depressed lately. But, as I realized this weekend, that is only part of it. Another piece fell into place over the last 24 hours.
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Those of you who have known me for a while, even if it is only from reading this blog, will remember a few years ago there was a woman in my life that I referred to as TWIL, and she had a daughter I referred to as The Sprout.
At the time TWIL and I had discussed it and we knew that we would one day be married, we just did not officially become engaged. You will also remember I took it pretty hard when the relationship ended.
During the time we were together The Sprout was young, pre-teen, and spending Christmas with them was wonderful. I was able to help bring the magic to others and in the process rediscover it myself.
What I didn't realize was how much I missed this when I lost it as well...
I miss the magic, the wonder... I miss the Christmas that was.
It has been building in the back of my mind for the last couple of years and has only now bubbled to the surface. I hope that the revelation helps me unload some of the baggage I have been packing.
And I hope getting this out now helps me finally get to sleep tonight. {He writes at 2AM}
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I need to call a couple of friends soon. Check in on how they are doing.
And see how my god-daughter is doing.
Maybe even get out to see some of them, at least the ones close enough to get to over a weekend trip.
For now, I need to sleep. I have work to go to in the morning.
