oh, let me tell you about the sad man

Fake Christmas was wonderful. :) There were bagels that I brought from my favorite place back home (one of maybe two places that actually boils their bagels before baking them in Miami) and eggs and fake bacon for breakfast and then Meet Me in St. Louis and ridiculous blue drinks and a delicious Christmas dinner produced by Sarah and Jessica followed by presents! My haul included two things of mango tea, two things of body wash, and a Latin phrasebook. I don't know what this says about how predictable I am, but we'll go with it. (Also, Claire got me socks and I was delighted. Oops, I'm a grownup now!)

My last two days in Miami were pretty amazing, not gonna lie, and I just want to go back and do them all over again. The beach with Mom was perfect, as was tea time with my girls after that, and then even though the Toronto fans pissed me the fuck off all over the place that night (ugh, seriously, cheer for your team, away fans, but don't boo the home team and get the hell out of here if all you want to do is chant "GO LEAFS GO" in the hallways between periods and after you lose the fucking game), they went home sad and I did a little dance. And then my last day was spent hanging with C and cooing over how adorable Mike Weaver's child is and shopping for things for Fake Christmas.

There was a paragraph here about how homesick I am, but then I spent 15 minutes on Skype to my mom and Cathy and now I much happier. Also, because it's Fake Christmas, we watched the Lion in Winter (still the best Christmas movie ever) and I had all the feelings as usual about how much I love history and how important it is and that made being here way more worth it. Because I'm here because I love what I do. And in a couple of days, I'll be back in my library getting things done and in a couple of weeks, the second term starts.

I'm still planning to go home after this year, but I don't mean "I just want to go straight back home right now and never think about this horrible set of time ever again" anymore, so hey. Positives.

Oh, Dreamwidth, hello. You are really quite clean and beautiful and best of all, an excuse for a nice, neat, empty journal. I do get twitchy when my journal is all full up with three years of madness and whatnot. I'm excited about the cross-posting most of all, because it means everything can go over to LJ and be stored there in one place even when I get twitchy and need a new clean space.

I was meant to be heading back to England tomorrow, but I will not return until Thursday (departing Wednesday night) and I won't be back in my room until the new year, it looks like. I'm okay with that, though, as it means I get to dash from the plane to Sarah's and then have a Claire.

Earlier this year, my supervisor asked me why I study history and I told him it was because I think that without knowing where we come from, we can't know where we are or where we're going ... so to start this journal off, here's that year-in-review meme that goes around.

( oh look here's a cut tag! )

That's done, then! Now I should probably try and get some sleep. Urgh.