Thursday, 8 January 2015

Why I normally spend New Year's abroad

Around this time every year, normally I've just returned from a little excursion to Europe and therefore have an exciting blogpost to put up about my travels (you can read about my adventures in Spain here and my time in Prague here But this year I didn't and it has made me a little bit sad, so I thought I would explain my reasoning for this mini tradition that I have begun.

My Christmas is always wonderful. It is nothing exciting. We simply all make the effort to head back in the direction of my parents, so we can eat, drink and be merry together. Together: that's the important bit. The bit we all look forward to, me especially. It doesn't happen often in our crazily busy family. So I spend weeks looking forward to Christmas and getting excited about spending some proper time with my family.

With all that excitement though, it does mean the week after Christmas is a little bit depressing. Suddenly the fun is over and all I have to look forward to, is the return to work. And this is the main reason why, for a couple of years now, I have started heading into Europe as soon as Christmas is over. Not only do they celebrate New Year in a much more exciting way, but I just love the fact that I finish off my year doing what I love best. Traveling and exploring a brand new place. You get to breathe a different air, discover beautiful corners of brand new cities and meet people from all over the world. It is a great way to end the old year and start the new one.

But this year I had to stay in the UK because I was working both New Year's Eve and New Year's Day - surely that's against our basic human rights? So not only was I in the UK but I was also at home. Which is so unusual for me. It felt weird. I ended up having a really good time though. I had a couple of my oldest friends over to stay with me, one of which we hadn't seen for a year and we went out for dinner to catch up. And then we drank far too much, eventually heading to a houseparty organised by a group of my uni friends. It was a really great and totally messy night (trust me, my shift on Jan 1st was not pretty). Which just goes to show, what makes it fun is not the place where you spend New Years at's the people who you celebrate with.

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