Is it really a merry Christmas?

It's that time of year again. The time of year when the egg nog flows and the mince pies get eaten. I really don't mind Christmas but there is one thing that gets  to me, I don't like spending this much time with my family. It's not that I don't like them or anything but more that when we spend this much time together things get tense. Things get strained. I get annoyed. It has always kinda annoyed me that my family isn't close like others. My parents know almost nothing about me and, on one hand I like that mostly because I know they don't really approve of me and my "chosen lifestyle" but that's ok. On the other hand I would like to have one of those super close families where we would share everything. Where we would know how everyone functions and ticks. I know we will never have one of those families. It's too late for that. We will never be like that and it's ok. I don't think I mind.

All I need is a break. I haven't seen my friends in ages and I miss them. I'm pretty much living for my week getaway in Cape Town. I'm still a little chipped that  my parens are jetting off to Australia while I'm stuck here. Oh well, least I will hopefully have someone to keep me company.