Christmas is coming, but hey you knew that. When I look back on the last few festive seasons of my life, they follow a pattern of farewells. It seems every December for the past half decade, my year has dwindled down into saying goodbye to someone. Sometimes these were see you laters that turned into nevers, others were the right thing to do as I marched into a new year and the worst ones were sad and quietly painful in that way you can’t articulate in fear you might cry. Now I know this is a sad spin on a typically cheery time of year, but you see, for me, its bittersweet because all these goodbyes that come just before Christmas elicit incredible appreciation for my family. The five people that will, despite the lines on maps that usually separate us, will always be reunited on the 25th of December. Always. As a girl that has bounced around the world, I don’t have the comfort of my closest friends around me. I’ve said many goodbyes, too many and I still curse when another one comes around the corner. It is a constant readjustment but also a protagonist in this life of mine. So Christmas for me is the season when I cling to the constants in my life; my two weird brothers and my even weirder parents. The older I get, the more I realize just how utterly heroic and epic they are, not to you or to anyone else, but to me they are the best people in the entire world. And so with the sidewalks laced in red, green and gold and lights up high on the streets at night, I’m preparing for yet another goodbye, a Christmas tradition it seems to be for me, but alongside that, the solace of my family as the season comes into full swing. I guess we all say farewell to things with the ending of a year, perhaps that is why we are all so enthusiastic about festive cheer and thank goodness for that!