...and I have some mixed feelings about it.
I'm excited to see my pets and family, as well as to finally get some venison (my father got a doe this year- LAST day of rifle season, even!). I'm also admittedly looking forward to the month-long break from work. However, I always get mixed feelings about heading home. Namely, because I often get bothered about the fact that I'm 22 and have never had a boyfriend, which, apparently translates to my family as "SHE HAS THE GAY!" despite me repeatedly telling them I'm straight and just haven't had the interest. Because that's how to be a rational adult and not jump to conclusions about things. So, yeah. Get to deal with that.
Also kind of just... I don't know. Holidays don't really do anything for me. Yeah, I get an excuse to spoil people and animals with presents. But there's always this nagging, weird kind of depression that comes with holidays for me. I don't know if it's because now that I'm an adult, it's just "meh, another day, dressed up with attempts at being festive and overly cheery" or what, haha. Still can't really tell which holiday seems the worst. I know it's definitely not Valentine's Day, though. That one is just plain hilarious to me. "LET ME DISPLAY MY LOVE FOR YOU ON THIS DAY WITH CHEAPLY MADE CANDY BECAUSE A MAN WAS DECAPITATED." Or whatever fancy execution method was used.
I think the mixed feelings are really happening right now because it's my last winter break from college. That just... Fuck. The years flew by.