So, this time of year is always the same.
After the rush. After the hustle and bustle. After all the lights, the music, the food, comes the quiet.
The after-Christmas nothingness. And I fucking hate it.
Everyone has gone back to their own lives, taking their presents and their presence with them.
And life seems to slow to a halt. The magic is all used up. And somehow, everyone seems to be so ok with it.
Everyone besides me seems to love when Christmas is over. “I’m exhausted” they say. “I’m broke” they complain. “The holidays are always so stressful” they shout.
But me, I feel differently. I love the holidays. The love the busyness. I love everything about the rush. And I can’t help but feel a little down every December 26th. It actually shocks me how quickly the world can move on from it.
At least for my family, we have one day a year when everyone gets together. We have one day a year when we eat a meal together. We have one day a year when we can surprise each other with gifts…
But somehow, even this one single day seems to be too much time for my family.
Christmas seems to be an inconvenience more than a holiday.
We hit a new record this year: My aunt arrived at about 6pm Christmas Eve. Stayed till around midnight. Then came back Christmas morning for one hour to say goodbye, and grab her presents. That’s a total of 7 hours. How many hours are in a year?
And she could only spare 7?
7 is 0.079908675799087% of 8760
That’s how much time I got to spend with my aunt this year…
If I ever find love in my life, the person needs to come from a huge family. I want to experience a real Christmas sometime. Where spare rooms rooms are filled with family members. Where Christmas dinner is a feast. Where opening presents is a cherished and ornate spectacle. I hate this rushed and sloppy Christmas that my family has.
I hate that my family treats the holidays like a burden.
And shortly after my aunt left, my brother and his girlfriend left. And the day after Christmas, my mom and dad were back to work. And I’m left wondering why I invested all this time and energy to fly home from Boston just to be surrounded for one day by people who could care less, and now… surrounded by nothingness.
I assure you, I think Boston is lame, and I’m so excited to start my new job in New York after the new year. But there is way more to do in Boston than Ohio. I’d much rather be spending my time off from school and work in a city like Boston where I could be doing things… I came home for family, and it seems like none of them care.
But, even though this sucks, I’m going to try and keep my spirits high.
I have a new job that I’m really excited about in a new city… and not just any city, but New York City. I have so much to look forward to in 2019.
I’m going to be finishing up my thesis, working towards to completing a book that I hope to get published. I’m going to start working for an awesome media company. I have so much going on in my future. And I won’t let this post-holiday sadness derail me from my excitement.
Yes, the holidays sucked this year .
But, ya know what, fuck 2018. 2019, here I come!
~ The Dark Horse