Stellah in the City.

Mine was fabulous thanks. Dahlings How are you? I'm fine thanks. So this Christmas consisted of food, great company and a portable swimming pool (I wish I had taken pics of the pool). We ate and ate and ate. Then chilled in the pool. The challenge with the pool is that it was two thirds my height and there was one two-step step ladder. The word "challenge" is even an understatement. I needed the ladder and J (the only guy in the picture) to help me get out. The swimming costume I wore - which I hadn't fitted in a looooong time - was SUPER sexy. My boobs were more out of the costume than in (I feel like the level of sexy on the costume makes it need a name. Shall we call it Svetlana?). I felt like I should be getting paid to look like that. I am waaay too conservative for such. BUT... The food was delicious, the weather was glorious and the company was just what the soul needed. We laughed and reminisced. We played games in the pool, pretended...

No, seriously....I am super cool with it. You might even say I'm happy with that... Dahlings How are you? I'm fine thanks. So this year, I broke tradition and I did not go back to the EC for Christmas. I know...perish the thought...blah blah...I'm actually glad I chose that decision. Yeah, I said it. Don't get me wrong, I love going back to the village/ezilalini. I think I've mentioned before that as I grow older, the more I love going back to Cofimvaba. Literally, I feel like ndiyokukha amandla (directly translated: 'to fetch strength') Do what you will with that English. I also miss my nieces and nephews desperately. Here are my reasons for not going to the EC: a) I need to be financially responsible. I always end up spending more than I should and start the year off Janu-worrying. I am putting myself through varsity and it's costing me twelve arms and three legs. There are other financial goals I want to meet and need to sacrifi...