Å Være Koselig

I used to laugh at all of them. I would never, ever long for home. Just don't think about it, I said.

But it's harder when it's your favourite season. When Halloween and Thanksgiving just... won't exist. When it's cold in the house and I'd give anything to be snug by the fire in my fluffy pink robe, with Tidbit and Tootsie and Melissa, maybe all playing a board game, maybe with the Christmas tree already set up and nice smells from the kitchen.

I put on my (sg.) sweatshirt and (sg.) pair of wool socks. The radiator is actually on for once, so I get up close to it. I write this blog post and shed a single tear and eat a Reese's Peanut Butter cup that my family sent me.

And then I move on.