myiaa

Today I got back from France for my Christmas holidays 2 weeks of relaxing and lesson planning. It is nice to be back in England.

I got a letter today:

"Do you ever feel that all we do is exchange platitudes? Do you think that we will ever get back to the stage where we told each other really important stuff, or have we drifted apart forever? I hope not."

It made me sad. But It made me detirmined to put an obscene amount of effort into saving this friendship. Because I am not good at making friends. Or keeping friends. And this is an important friendship to me. A lot of the time I feel that people will not want to see me or talk to me, and to other people it appears as if I am brushing them off and being very aloof. Which I am not.

Also, I am trying to write a Christmas card to my Biological Mother. I think that just saying "Happy Christmas" is too little and sort of...insulting. But I am stuck for anything else to say. Also, I feel strange somehow adressing her by her first name. So this is what I have written so far:

"To"

I will write about France maybe sometime. France is nice, I am enjoying it and teaching kids is fun. I get to jump about and act stupid, sing songs and mime animals. We have fun.