I'll be home for Christmas

I've been gone, on the road again, for over 3 weeks. My passport's gotten quite a workout and I'm ready, once again, to settle back in to American life.

Here's a brief rundown of my past few holiday seasons:
In 2010, I spent Christmas on a beach in Moz with fellow PCV's. We rented a beach house in Xai Xai and drank beer and reminisced about America, over 100 degree weather. I also attended a Mozambican neighbor's Christmas party.

In 2011, I spent Christmas in Taiwan with my sister and relatives. We gorged ourselves on seafood buffets and celebrated my sister's 20th birthday over tiramisu. I got bronchitis.

This year, 2012, I spent Christmas in LA with my fiancé and his family. I even had a stocking with my name on it! We played games, drank wine, went to church, and opened presents on Christmas morning.

Mozambique, Taiwan, USA. Each of these places has been home to me at some point in my life, and has become a part of me. In each of these places I find people I call my family. Aside from blood relations, "friends are the family we choose" and I'm never alone.

I'm lucky to have roots in different places and be able to see and experience so many things.
My heart is scattered to the East, to the West, to the North, to the South. The world is mine and I am the world's and no matter where I am, as long as I'm with people I care about, I'm always home for Christmas.