Christmas day is in just over a week, and, although I’ll be seeing much of my family on the day itself, it’s strange to think that this will me my first Christmas not spent with most of my family. In years past, Christmas meant going to my parents home, where I grew up. Aside from my visit to Australia, my Christmases have been spent in the house where I was born. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a bit strange not to be there this year; yet at the same time it feels thrilling to be here, with my bride-to-be, this year. I know Christmas with Lyn won’t be like the Christmases of my past, yet that is what thrills me. I am spending Christmas, for the first time, with the woman I love, and as much as it feels like leaving the past behind, with all the nostalgia and emotion that goes with it, I know that, this Christmas, I belong here. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than sharing Christmas with my future wife.