So, on December 24 I had lunch at my boyfriend's, then dinner at home.
December 25 we spent in tracksuit and pajamas with my sister, eating leftovers and watching the telly. Then in the evening my boyfriend came, and we played Catan.
On December 26 I spent less than 2 hours at my boyfriend's mom's. Then I travelled more than 2 hours to my uncle's, from where we went to my Dad's. We came back on 28th, and in the evening went to the orchestra session.
In the meantime my Mom made a slight reference that but for her I'd be as good as homeless. I made keksztekercs and linzer. I got a refusal from my dream job on the account that I'm over-experienced and wouldn't be satisfied with the job (bullshit). I had a couple of near-haemorrhages. I had to exchange a size 70*140 cm bedsheet to a size 100*200 cm one. Lots of people quarrelled for petty reasons. I read The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy (book #56 this year). Ate lots of pounds of Christmas food and drank some alcohol. Keep wondering how long one's allowed to prolong the holidays and not face situation of being unemployed and a burden on other people's life.
And here are my presents:
- Handmade quotation mark earrings from Miskolc (plus Mickey Mouse postcard below)
- From my boyfriend: a bottle of Bailey's complete with two glasses, 4 boxes of incense sticks, a box of Szamos chocolates, Eurüdiké by Erdős Virág, and a cookbook called Keleti konyha;
- From Sis: A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin and a bedsheet (good size now);
- From Dad and spouse: a brand new MP3, USB, CD and whatever player (for me and Sis);
- Bershka gift card from uncle and aunt;
- snowman-shaped candle from expat sister-in-law;
- more chocolate from more in-laws;
- lots of clothes from Mom and spouse (as usual);
- Sütis doboz recipe book from a friend;
- Végigettem Indiát by Chitrita Banerji (gastro-travelogue) from another friend;
- Az elefántcsonttoronyból by Esterházy Péter and handmade bookmark via Moly.hu Christmas draw;
- Paris-inspired cosmetic set and snowman-shaped chocolate from mother-in-law;
- handmade heart from little Sis (11-year-old).
P.P.S. Sorry I don't like cute-shaped candles. And sorry for all my prejudice, insanity, weirdness, and un-Christmassy sentiments. And may I wish you (and me) a holly jolly happy new year (and a dream job)?







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