My last Christmas…

Ho ho ho. Stop! Don't click away just yet, this is going to be a lot less heavy than you think, but there is quite a bit on the agenda in my life that makes me do a lot of last things in a certain way this Christmas.

It's going to be the last Christmas…

That I live in my house

Just 23 more nights to sleep and then I will be for the first time officially a homeowner. Landowner. So it will be the last Christmas without a fireplace, without a garden, without a house from 1918. I would prefer to move tomorrow. Is it already January 15?

Without a mortgage 

My friend congratulated me on the biggest debt of my life when the seller accepted our offer. From the new year, I will be a woman with a mortgage and that feels a bit bourgeois.  Dangerous, dangerous.

In the Netherlands

Because I promise myself every year again that I will board a plane before the holidays and only come back after the New Year. Unfortunately, I fail miserably every year. Hereby I solemnly promise that I will leave with the northern sun next year (again).

Without being an aunt 

My brother is becoming a father. This Christmas we will still be at the table with a baby in the belly, we will start the new year with family expansion. An extra Mans in the world, I can't wait. So I will become Aunt Adeline and that makes me do all sorts of aunt-like things.

With a hernia

Sometimes a resolution needs to be on repeat. Last year I was as stoned as a shrimp at the Christmas dinner, had to lie down every half hour and even though this year is a thousand times better, next year must be without. So a hernia-free 2020.

As a New York virgin

And not just as a New York virgin, because I want to see even more in 2020 (the northern lights for example, just mentioning something), but I have put the city that never sleeps on my list just to be sure. So I don't forget. I must/will/want to go to New York.

Without botox

Ha, just kidding. I think that every year when I look at myself in the mirror in December. After too little sleep, too many alcoholic drinks, and trudging from party to party. I have such a hard life, the wrinkles on my forehead think.