I'm terrified to say it, but I think that the time have finally come. My family called me yesterday to ask me the same old question: What do you want for Christmas?
I pondered and pondered and finally slugged out: "Uhh some new clothes I guess?"
The fact is, this was a lie. I don't want any new clothes. I really don't want anything. I have a month off for winter break. What else could I possibly want? All I want is to see my friends and party, and I'll be doing that for an entire month. I also want to be able to row, which I will, but I don't know how much I would consider my workouts a gift.
Anyways, I think the time has finally come in which all I'm really thinking about as far as gifts go are the gifts that I'm getting my family. I've been making the transition into this stage for years no, but it has come slowly. In high school, I began to only want clothes and music for Christmas. A couple years after that, I started to not care as much about gifts and begin to think about what I would get my friends (Because they're way more important than my parents right?).
Now, the time is finally here where I think about the town awesome college town I live in now and think about all the cool shit that I could get my parents for Christmas, and it actually excites me. Crazy to think about.
Guess after 19 I would hope that it doesn't seem that crazy.
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