This was supposed to be a happy post … I blame the rum.
In all seriousness, kiddies, I wish you all a beautiful Christmas. Take the time to enjoy every little moment with your loved ones because one day you won’t be able to make it home for the holidays and you’re gonna miss EVERYTHING. Some day you’ll leave the place you’ve bitched about all your life, and realize that’s the only place that will truly ever feel like home, because it IS home.
Or at least that’s how I’m feeling now. Maybe I’ll call Nashville home one day, but at the moment its pretty damn far from it. Being alone in the city isn’t all its cracked up to be (thanks a lot for the lies, Sex and the City bitches), but its life, right? I had it pretty good for 25 years, can’t have my cake and it eat it too. It’s always one or the other, before I left home I was miserable at work, but had the love and support of everyone around me. Today, I love my job, I work with amazing people, but I’ve never felt so alone. I still have the support of my friends and family, and yes we talk regularly, but the fact is I’m here all alone. Not even a fucking cat I can entertain myself with. Maybe its the holidays or all the rum I’ve been drinking tonight, maybe the marshmallows are laced with downers, I don’t know, but I’m feeling it. I’m feeling the loneliness a whole fucking lot. And it sucks. So, what was gonna be a Merry Christmas post turned into a very depressing life update. Apologies.
No more bummers.
Please enjoy yourselves, be safe. Eat a whole lot of goodies, drink good booze (none of this tallboys crap, its the holidays—drink a good scotch or vodka!), and most of all be happy. I want all of you to be ridiculously, crazy happy. You deserve it. Love you, kiddies. Happy holidays!