
Usually I love Christmas, but this year, you can just call me the GRINCH! I have so much I’m dealing with I could care less if Christmas comes. No really I could care less. I sit here and look at my tree and just wish I could take it down. But I leave it up for the kids because I know they love the decorations and the lights. I have to make this year so special for them. I have to make every year special for them. But this year is just a hard one. And none of my friends at church understand because it hard for me to explain to them. They just tell me to get over it. They don’t understand why I break out crying at the oddest moments and I cant really explaine it. They don’t understand why I would rather spend time going to a church Christmas play with Danny and the kids; instead of a Christmas party. They then call me a party pooper, but if they only understood then they would understand how I feel.
If I could have one Christmas wish that would or could come true it would be that I would get friends like I had in Mississippi. The friends that come over without calling. The friends that you can drop by without calling. The friends that know how to help without saying anything. The friends that are just there. It’s no secret to Danny that I hate being stuck in this valley between two mountians so far from my family and friends. I don’t know how to explain the people around here, but they are hard to get to know. And I put myself out there. I try to talk to them, I invite them over, I get invoved in church. But people here just don’t let people in their inner circles. Oh, did I mention I’ve been here for 9 years so it’s not like I’m a stranger to the place. And I have no close friends. Yep ZERO. So, that is all I want for christmas is to find some good close friends. I know it sounds sad, but that is they way I feel really homesick! Because I’ve learned when you are going through a hard time you truly do find out who your friends are. And mine are all in Alabama.







