Home for Christmas Or Not

I’ll be home for Christmas…but only in my dreams.

It was December and this song seemed to be playing where ever I went. It was haunting me. Normally, December 1st hits and I love hearing (and singing) Christmas music. We all have Christmas carols we detest. I personally can’t stomach Frosty the Snowman or Rudolph (I highly doubt I’m alone in that), but I’ll Be Home for Christmas is mellow, has a nice melody, and seemingly sweet (or at least innocuous) lyrics. Unless they hit too close to home. A home that you, the listener, will not be seeing for Christmas.

It was a difficult decision, so of course I waited until the last minute to make it. Flights were going up, and if I was going to take the plunge, I couldn’t wait any longer. A $600 round trip was already staring me in the face, a number that’s far to large a percentage of the total money in my checking account. But it wasn’t just the money, I was back at my interactive theater job and a stipulation of getting that job back was working during the holiday season.

And so it was that I found myself willing back tears, on the phone with my father, telling him I would not be home for Christmas. For the first time in 25 years- the only time in my life.

On the plus side, New York’s not a bad place to be for Christmas, not when you have trees like this one in Bryant Park!

I’m an only child, this makes situations such as this difficult. The Christmases of my youth were often just me and my parents. My presence (and presents) would be sorely missed. But that’s part of growing up, isn’t it?

I spent my Christmas with my beloved aunt and uncle in Princeton, NJ. They have an only daughter who coincidentally has the same name as I. It was her second Christmas not home and I felt like my “taking her place” (I could never actually take her place) made perfect sense. I had a lovely Christmas on December 25th. I also had a lovely Christmas last weekend. I flew back home on the eleventh day of Christmas (11 pipers piping?) and now am in sunny California for most of horrible, awful, dreary January. Two weeks after official Christmas my little family in San Francisco opened gifts under the tree, ate roast beef, and counted our blessings. All in all, it worked out very well for me.

What I learned is, it’s never to late for Christmas wishes. Sometimes they are even better belated- it’s nice to have something after the magic of the season has disappeared.

Merry Christmas!

I hope your holidays were full of cheer and that January doesn’t get you down!

Do you remember your first Christmas away from “home”? Has it happened yet?

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NYC lifestyle blog by Mary Lane. Events, adventures, epic mistakes, dating, life, humor. A 20-something trying to make it (and make out) in the city of dreams.

7 thoughts on “Home for Christmas Or Not

  1. Usually I’d find some time and go home during the month of December, and this was the first year that I haven’t done that… I planned on going home to see my folks, but I couldn’t afford to come time to buy the bus tickets so I stayed put in NYC. I think it was a pretty good decision, a lot less stressful.

    1. I was surprised I found it “a pretty good decision” for myself as well! Way less stressful and saved a lot of money AND wasn’t even too homesick. It’s nice when that kind of stuff works out, and I’m glad it did for you too.

  2. Funnily enough i had my first Christmas away from home & it was a strange experience. It did feel like i was being forced into growing up faster than i wanted haha

    1. This sounds like the opposite of “less stressful”. Sometimes being a guest can be crazy super stressful. I need to catch up on your blog!

  3. My first Christmas away from home was at the tender age of 18 when I hopped on a plane in South Africa and landed in Maine, USA to work at a ski resort. I then headed over to the UK where I worked at way too many hotels and it was nearly impossible to get time off over Christmas because of all the functions that I had to work. A couple of years went by and I landed up back in the States, living in New York and meeting my husband. SEVEN years later… I finally had a Christmas back home in South Africa with my family and it was like nothing had ever changed.

    1. Wow, 18! That is tender! Sounds like some eventful Christmases in between, no time to be lonely/homesick. Glad you had one back home recently, it’s nice to not take it for granted (after 7 years, I can’t imagine!)

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