going home for the holidays...

going home for the holidays. i’ve never felt this moment more. saying goodbye to new friends who’ve felt like a support system the past few months. R is the first to go, my beautiful new Swedish friend who i feel like will become a wonderful lifelong friend. i love how we’ve become each others support system. she is a few years older, but feels my age, except for times when she feels like a comforting big sister. it is so nice. i give her a hug in the hallway where our rooms connect, i tell her i love her, we look straight into each other’s eyes - it is so nice to feel comfortable enough to stare someone straight in the eyes and say this. what a genuine feeling.

J gave me a sweet comment tonight - i love his sweet comments - he is so considerate without realising. it rolls right off his tongue sometimes. someone says “short and sweet” in a passing conversation, “just like you” j says to me. it makes my heart sing. C also tells me at our Christmas “julfest/darty” that he will miss having “little sarah” around. the same nickname A and M call me. i like the consistency in my nicknames.

it is fun that we all are going home to our families all over the world. we are so lucky to have families to fly home too. we all complain about our busy work life and how excited we are to be home. the comfort of home. home for the holidays. now i understand the songs.

i feel excitement for the new year. M comes over to leave her suitcases from a year of life in london. we move into our marylebone flat january 5th. a block from the high street. i am so excited to embark on a new adventure with new friends. i can’t wait to learn from different cultures. i feel so grateful.