Living in a self-imposed bubble.

[kittywiskers]

It's almost Christmas holidays! Oh, I am so grateful. This has been a really long semester. I've learned so much more than I could have imagined but I have paid for every bit in hard work and constant stress. I've done better than I thought I could, too, and my marks are all Bs and As, which has never happened before. But the manic energy of

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[jhennara]

It may make you twee (I learned a new word!) but it's also real.
And when I get my ass in gear and wash some alpaca, you'll definitely have some!

[kittywiskers]

(I totally love that word. It really sounds like its meaning :D )

Aw, you total darling, you!!! *hugs* Also, you should send me your address and I will send you a Christmas card.

[tibara]

We all get busy and we all fear looking at the pain that separation causes us because we know it will only hurt more. It does not mean that we do not think of you or miss you. You are always in my heart and thoughts and I know you would not forget me either. Stay strong and have a good Christmas holiday. <3

[kittywiskers]

*HUGS* You have a great Christmas holiday, too! (You are getting one, right? Even though you're super busy?) <3!

[shakeycat]

Oh I am so glad you made a post. I miss the LiveJournal days.

I completely understand the Japan bit. It brings back an entirely different lifetime, it seems. Good on you for writing cards, I always find it challenging but it feels great to drop them in the mail and know someone else will get a little surprise!

[kittywiskers]

I find myself missing them, too. I'm gonna write more on that in reply to your post :D

That is exactly how it seems. Almost like some sort of fairy tale (the realistic kind where shit happens, not the fluffy kind) or a book I got way too into and can't get out of my head. I read a really good article on how after you've lived somewhere for a while you can feel split between the places for a long time and I think that's the phase I'm in. Sorting out the bits of me that are myself and the bits of me that are where I've lived. But, life goes on, and it IS super-satisfying to drop a pile of cards off at the post office. I think I will have to do this again next year.