In general, there isn’t much in this world that can get me down – many of you have heard me explain this fortuitous fact in biological terms (as I tend to explain everything) as probably having an unusually high amount of dopamine circulating through my system. I’m that girl who skips down hallways when no one is watching and who feels exhilaration at the slightest provocation.
Knowing this about myself, I thought that not going home for the holidays this year was going to be, if not a piece of cake, but at least, not the end of the world. I had an experiment I really wanted to start and finish ASAP and so I decided to make the sacrifice of missing out on Christmas in the hopes of getting another paper soon. Big mistake.
I have NEVER not gone home for the holidays and Christmas has always been special in my family. I soon realized that nothing in the world could make me not feel family-lonely during the most family oriented period of the year.
It didn’t matter that I got my experiment done smoothly, spent any time I could spare with friends, and baked dozens of cookies.
I still found myself tearing up to heart-warming stories on CBC radio and This American Life Podcasts, smiling creepily at random happy looking families on the street, and consuming dozens of cookies.
On the plus side, I spent some of my time volunteering at a soup kitchen and that was probably the nicest thing I have done in a long time. Also, any non-personally consumed cookies were distributed heartily among friends.
So in short, while I have no doubts that everyone will survive a family-free Christmas, my recommendation would be to avoid it if at all possible.
