As you know from reading my interminable whining on this journal, I have been battling feeling rotten since my relationship ended and I moved down to San Antonio. I'm coming to terms with Shauna, and I'm seeing a shrink (thanks to all of you who weighed in on that, by the way -- it's a mysterious process for me, and it's good to hear from people who have already gone through it), and I have a good job, so I feel less crummy about my situation down here, but I still feel quite isolated and alone sometimes, especially given that it's holiday season.
So yesterday, I got a call from rum_holiday, and another from my friend Lara, who, in an enjoyably ridiculous good-cop/bad-cop routine, informed me that they would be giving me a Christmas present of a plane ticket to come back to my beloved Chicago for New Year's Eve, and that they were not going to take 'no' for an answer.
This was a huge surprise, and I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me that I'm going to get to see my friends over the holidays. Of course, being who I am, I hemmed and hawed about it a bit, because it's a big expense and I could, after all, pay for my own ticket now that I landed this good gig and I've got freelance money coming in regular. But I felt like it would be kinda shitty and ungrateful to make them jump through hoops to "convince" me to allow them to do this awesome thing for me. So I caved pretty quickly.
I'll be in Chicago for New Year's! God damn! I'm very excited and touched. I know how prettykate feels, sorta!