[my] Christmas is not a travel person. Outside of South Dakota it doesn't fare well--not badly--just not well.
It's just not its self.
Since Sweden is beginning to feel homey-ish, but not quite home, I feared fuzzy, luke-warm hints of Christmas...but not my Christmas. Enough to stir, too little to satisfy. So, to rid myself of all familiarity [and thus, homesick pains] I will drug myself with foreign. I'm off to Spain & Andorra.
You may call it denial. I call it strategic. Loneliness diversion misdirection and/or suffocation approach. [LDMSA]
It may be like Christmas 2010 never happened; It may be a Christmas wound under a Spanish band-aid; or Maybe Christmas and Andorra will play nicely, a Christmasy co-existence. Only 5 days will tell.
"Orange you glad."
"Citrus & Clover, Over & Over."
"Bipolar."
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