Being home for the holidays feels even more special after being away at university for most of the year, and it really rings true to me how irrelevant gifts are in the grand scheme of things (although they’re lovely) and the importance of being with loved ones. My family have lived in the same village in Wales for about 7 years, and so it’s the place I associate with the season. We’ve made our Christmas traditions here, like getting drunk and hitting the driving range at the golf club up the road, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Traditions are a major part of my Christmas, and most of them I’ve stuck to religiously each year. I have always gone to pick out the best real tree (I’m a firm believer that artificial trees just aren’t the same) with my Dad, and insisted we all wear Santa hats while decorating. Usually after about ten minutes I would become chief decorator as my Mum, Dad and brother would drift off and do their own thing – but being the OCD way I am this secretly pleased me and I’d happily take over while listening to our one and only Christmas CD.
One of the things I love most about being at university somewhere far from home is the visits from friends and showing them round a city I can call my own. I’m lucky to have friends in other universities too so I can escape for a nice little city break every now and then.
Party season is officially upon us as the month of sparkles, surprises and Santa has arrived. The countdown for Christmas has begun (whether the Scrooges out there like it or not) and I’m super excited to finish this term of uni, get my last minute shopping done and spend the rest of December drinking too much prosecco, eating too much buffet food and catching up with friends and family. Winter clothes are either snuggly warm or shimmery and glam and I’ve picked out my best finds of both to get through chilly days and fancy nights in the run up to the best day of the year.