I’ve come to hate this time of year. I’m all the way across the country away from my family. I’m never in a relationship this time of year (at least never a good one) and it just seems to accentuate how much my life hasn’t played out like I hoped. This should be a happy time but I’m often more depressed in December than I am any other time of the year. The melancholy usually eases up right before Christmas when I start to think about the things I do have that some people don’t - a family that loves me, a few (very few) friends that are always there for me, good health, and reasonable intelligence. I can’t wait til January. I’m going back east (south actually) to spend some quality time with some long time friends.
Things could be worse though…
