It was as if all the yearning I had cultivated over the years, spending it hundred, and eventually thousands, of miles away from my family had finally subsided. I was sad that Christmas was spent away. I am looking forward to spending it in a new way I do feel a pang of guilt for this feeling tho. As if my body knows what is expected and feels shame for not feeling what one should feel. I miss them of course I do but I also feel happy with the distance. Are those things mutually exclusive?
