Christmas. I can’t believe it’s here. I can’t believe a year has passed. I’ve been non-tumbling for a while, mainly because I’ve been flat out planning and paying things and travelling around and being a manic bee. The flat is all ours. I have things to put in said flat and money to pay for it. I have a job. I have a second job and I have a very excited boyfriend. I am also excited but so apprehensive for my future. New home. New job. New city. But only an hour and a half from home. Still there. Just properly starting out, again, is scary. But I’ve wanted this for the past 2 years. And I want it still. At the moment, I’m relishing home comforts, although I’m about to create a new home with new comforts of my own. Christmas for me will involve lots of mulled wine, salmon, visits from my weird and wonderful extended family, a very excitable 9 year old, mince pie making, mother daughter time, mountains of food, train journeys to Suffolk, gifts from IKEA and Kiehls, a glittery NYE with my girls one of whom we haven’t have seen for 4 months, and a roaring fire. I really cannot complain. Luck.