Chrissie day was epic yesterday.
The sun shined. The beach was empty. The presents were amazing ( I got a NIKON D90 and some macro lenses, FUCK YEAH!!!)
When we were eating our Vego christmas dinner we were saying how much better this Christmas was than last year when we had some heavy shit goin down cause even though we have a tiny family now, it was important we were at home and together.
My mum sort of shocked me when she said to my sister, "Lucie won't be here next year".
My sister was like, WHAT!
Mum said "Yeah, she'll be travelling, she'll open her passport this year and she'll take off, she won't be here for Christmas".
And it wasn't with anger or sadness that she said it, she just mentioned it matter of fact.
Even though I hadn't mentioned it to the closet person in my life, she still felt it, I have to go. I don't know when, and I'm not really sure where at the moment.
But as soon as I can get things to a point here that will be ok without me, I'm gonna go.
Sickness is fucked. It forces clarity onto everyone it touches.
But through that you get to make the life decisions that maybe you wouldn't have had the courage to make if you didn't know just how short life is.
If your with your family, take advantage of the holidays to spend as much time with them as possible.
And go give all of your mums a massive hug for me.
You never know, we all might be hugging them via Skype next year.