There's something I didn't tell you.
I'm sorry. I wanted to be open and honest on this blog. I didn't think it was that important, and I didn't mention it.
But now I realise that I should have told you earlier. I hope it's not too late.
I'm spending Christmas in America.
And I leave tomorrow.
I've been so busy at work (and tired afterwards) that I haven't scheduled any posts while away, so I'll try to keep up.
I have to say though, if I had been told a year ago that I would be spending Christmas 2009 in the States I wouldn't have believed it. Since finishing Uni, my boyfriend and I have both been living with our respective parents and trying to figure out how to take the next steps of our careers. We have been with each other through daily job applications, job rejections, interview nerves, interview analyses, website trawling, decision-making, and work rants. But it just so happens that we are half a world apart.
It's certainly been a strange year, and possibly about to get stranger yet... I am meeting THE parents for the first time.
Things I am afraid of:
Accidentally and inappropriately swearing like a true Scot.
My British sense of irony and sarcasm being misunderstood.
The boyfriend's pet bulldog.
Putting on weight over an American Christmas season.
That the Marmite I am taking won't be well received.
Or the Twiglets.
Or the Bird's trifle.
Or the Tetley's tea.
Or the HP sauce.
Or my quirky aunt's homemade brandy-drenched Christmas pudding.
My family's copy of the Radio Times is currently sitting on the dining room table, sadly untouched by me, because I do not need it this year.