There, I said it. Dont hate me for it.
Everyone was really excited for me when I told them i was going to Australia.. and I was excited too and dont get me wrong, I love it here, I'm having a great time. But I miss home.. and there really is no place like home. I miss my dad. I miss my irvine apartment. I miss Berean. I miss friends. I miss home smells. I miss familiar streets. I miss being in the same time zone. I miss school...
Today was Christmas. It was my first Christmas away from home and it was wierd not being with the entire family. Nobody really celebrates Christmas in Australia. My uncle told me that everyone usually goes somewhere else for Christmas-- there are really no cars on the street, no people walking around. It doesn't feel like Christmas.
I love it here. we're back at my uncle's place so we'll have time to relax now. but I miss home regardless....
I miss you most at Christmas time...
Even if it doesn't feel like Christmas, help me not to forget the gift You gave to the world. Help me to treasure it even in my loneliest and dryest times. Thank You for Jesus.
Merry Christmas from this wretched and undeserving sinner,
Sharon
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