PunkPrincess

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Every now and then, normally every three months more or less, it gets a point in my life when I cant stop thinking about my life in London and all the things I miss so much from that time.
During two years in England, I never came back home for Xmas, but I never needed to as I dont actually believe in Xmas apart from being the busiest season in retail so I always work so hard that I dont even notice that everyone is (or must be) very happy about the HolyHolidays.
I just see Xmas as a way to spend all our money in silly gifts and food that most of the people ends up throwing away as it is "too much" for them... ironically, some people still go to church for Xmas day after spending the previous night wasting food...
But, anyway, "el que este libre de pecado, que tire la primera piedra".

The thing is that I cannot sleep these days. It is gets a point, at about 4am, when I have to finally wake up and watch TV or turn on my PC, cause I cannot sleep any more thinking about all the things I am missing.
I miss the Xmas lights in Regent Street, Xmas tree in Trafalgar Square. Xmas day in London, the only day with no public transport at all in the city. I also miss Harrods Xmas lights, the amazing window display and the Xmas Decoration Department with all the little fairies and Santas...
How silly! I think... but it steals my sleep...