
For me, many of those feelings are the same this year, only there is another added level of anticipation thrown into the mix that I haven't experienced in a long time. The best way to describe the feeling I'm talking about is to think back, way back, to your childhood. Remember the nights you spent looking out your bedroom window at the snow-covered landscape, dreaming of Santa Clause swooping in on his slay to deliver your much wanted present? Well that's the same level of anticipation that I'm talking about, only my anticipation isn't for the arrival of Father Christmas, but rather, for my arrival home.
For the first time in about 5 years, I'm living far away from my family. Unfortunately, one learns how much their family really means to them when they are separated from them for an extended amount of time. So in the same spirit a small child dreams about Santa bringing their favorite present down the chimney, I can't wait to come home for Christmas. And that is why it's better this year than any other year.
But it won't be easy. My journey

Kristian