The past couple of weeks have been so hectic that it still feels like November, even though December is already wooshing by. Traditionally among all months, I love December the most, for its cool and rainy days, Christmasy atmosphere, and its promise of a new start next year. But work has wiped away most of my ability to appreciate these things, since I barely have time to go to the toilet, let alone think about enjoying myself.
But last Friday, I decided to give myself a break by sneaking off to Raffles City for lunch. The 2 stolen hours were glorious. Me and him went shopping for Christmas gifts, and bought ourselves little presents as well. Hopefully I can do this again before all the festivity is over.
This week will be spent finalizing holiday plans. I love love love to travel. But in the course of work (again), I have forgotten the excitement and anticipation of exploring a new place. The thought of planning for a trip has only left me feeling drained. Up till now.
Maybe it's the conversation we had just now revolving around his Japan work trip. Or perhaps it's because the year-end holidays seem so near it's almost touchable on this side of the calendar. Suddenly, the sweet anticipation of ditching town, bundling up in warm clothes, bathing in crispy cool air under warm sunshine, all just hit me.
Please. Let the hols come soon.
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