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jadislefeu) wrote2019-12-30 04:01 pm
jadislefeu) wrote2019-12-30 04:01 pm
Christmas was nice
(Belatedly.)
I was given a fair pile of presents, mostly snacks and candy, but very touching to have so much to open. The presents I gave went over well. I got a nightgown, which I knew I was going to because I'd suggested it as an alternative to pajama pants when I was told those were a traditional gift and asked for a size, because I don't wear pants, but I hadn't realized that getting a nightgown for Christmas would remind me of when I was little and my grandma got me and my cousin matching nightgowns for Christmas morning photos every year.
It continues to be really disconcerting how nice and welcoming my friend's parents are being, and how so many unspoken rules I'm used to from my family don't apply. They keep assuring me that I'm welcome and encouraged to eat any food in the house, and it's just so weird compared to being faced with a fridge full of food and no idea which items will get me yelled at if I touch them. My aunt chewed me out for like twenty minutes once because I ate some of the wrong cheese on a family vacation. And no one got annoyed at me for being antisocial when I spent a couple days locked in the guest room recharging my ability to interact with other people? Which is even more of a standout, since my dad explicitly said the reason I wasn't welcome in his home was because I spent too much time in the bedroom on my computer.
I called my grandma on Christmas Eve, which was uh actually the first time I'd managed to get ahold of her since the phone call during which I texted my dad and then decided I wasn't going to Arizona, so she didn't know I was in Georgia and had had a Christmas floral arrangement sent to my house, as discovered by the catsitter. Whoops. (I also then had a panic attack on hearing about this from said catsitter until I got confirmation that it had been locked in my bedroom with the hibiscus, because what if it had lilies or poinsettias, Koschei is an idiot and would get into it (as he did with the hibiscus, he ate half a leaf and then barfed everywhere, but lilies or poinsettias are more toxic), and it's been a year since Tabby and Bluebell died and I got him and it all kind of came crashing down on my head.)
But anyway. Other of my friend's relatives came over on Christmas day itself for dinner, and I did an excellent job being gracious and gregarious and glossing over the part where I'm unemployed because I'm super mentally ill, and apparently they liked me. Even though I was in the dregs of a really brutal cold, which thankfully I am mostly over now, my throat's just slightly off and my nose is just slightly stuffed. Which is greatly preferable to not being able to breathe through my nose, or at one point even talk.
It has also, of course, been really nice hanging out with my friend. She is a lovely person and it's great to finally be able to spend significant time together.
I'm in Georgia for another week before I go home.
I was given a fair pile of presents, mostly snacks and candy, but very touching to have so much to open. The presents I gave went over well. I got a nightgown, which I knew I was going to because I'd suggested it as an alternative to pajama pants when I was told those were a traditional gift and asked for a size, because I don't wear pants, but I hadn't realized that getting a nightgown for Christmas would remind me of when I was little and my grandma got me and my cousin matching nightgowns for Christmas morning photos every year.
It continues to be really disconcerting how nice and welcoming my friend's parents are being, and how so many unspoken rules I'm used to from my family don't apply. They keep assuring me that I'm welcome and encouraged to eat any food in the house, and it's just so weird compared to being faced with a fridge full of food and no idea which items will get me yelled at if I touch them. My aunt chewed me out for like twenty minutes once because I ate some of the wrong cheese on a family vacation. And no one got annoyed at me for being antisocial when I spent a couple days locked in the guest room recharging my ability to interact with other people? Which is even more of a standout, since my dad explicitly said the reason I wasn't welcome in his home was because I spent too much time in the bedroom on my computer.
I called my grandma on Christmas Eve, which was uh actually the first time I'd managed to get ahold of her since the phone call during which I texted my dad and then decided I wasn't going to Arizona, so she didn't know I was in Georgia and had had a Christmas floral arrangement sent to my house, as discovered by the catsitter. Whoops. (I also then had a panic attack on hearing about this from said catsitter until I got confirmation that it had been locked in my bedroom with the hibiscus, because what if it had lilies or poinsettias, Koschei is an idiot and would get into it (as he did with the hibiscus, he ate half a leaf and then barfed everywhere, but lilies or poinsettias are more toxic), and it's been a year since Tabby and Bluebell died and I got him and it all kind of came crashing down on my head.)
But anyway. Other of my friend's relatives came over on Christmas day itself for dinner, and I did an excellent job being gracious and gregarious and glossing over the part where I'm unemployed because I'm super mentally ill, and apparently they liked me. Even though I was in the dregs of a really brutal cold, which thankfully I am mostly over now, my throat's just slightly off and my nose is just slightly stuffed. Which is greatly preferable to not being able to breathe through my nose, or at one point even talk.
It has also, of course, been really nice hanging out with my friend. She is a lovely person and it's great to finally be able to spend significant time together.
I'm in Georgia for another week before I go home.
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