7 days. 168 hours. 10,080 minutes. 604,800 seconds. This is how much time will have passed from now until I am back in my hometown – back home.
There’s a lot to do between now and then – packing, paperwork, goodbyes. It’s sad yet happy, a very strange mix of emotions. Tensions are high but so are expectations.
Tomorrow I have the day off. No work in the traditional sense but lots of work to do. I’ve already begun the arduous task of packing all my belongings. Where I get all this stuff I do not know. I probably only use 1/3 (if that much) of it but somehow can’t live without it. And in just 10 more days – on Christmas Eve – I will most likely add to my collection if my grandparents and parents have anything to do with it. We have a big family which means big holidays. Sure, I’d be happy with just gathering and retelling old stories for the millionth time, but I know that will never happen. And sure, I do enjoy the excitement on the givers’ faces as they present there gifts to everyone.
I am one of these givers. It is as much of a treat for me to give as to get, probably more so. And it is so much fun for me to see others happy with there gifts. I for one am touched that someone thinks enough of me ever year to give me something.
It’s not the present that’s the gift, it really is the thought behind it.