Writing this with the deepest compassion for those that are not going to be where they want to be this Christmas, but I have arrived with my family, who are my support bubble - despite the fact I have seen them literally once in 2020. They (there's 3 of them) don't have any social contacts so it feels safe/responsible (and also possibly explains why I'm so socially stunted 😂). Drive was exhausting and stressful, and I'm relieved to have arrived safely. Also relieved that the criticism and conflict I predicted hasn't materialised. Yet. Feels like onlyva matter of time but for now we're on our best behaviour. This was my first meal - all prepared and portioned by my mum. Going with it. I know it will get harder but for now I'm so damned relieved to be safe. There is a truly ridiculous amount of food (I was about to say 'the kind of foods I'd b/p' but to be honest that category now includes anything vaguely edible) but I have zero desire to go anywhere near it. I feel safe and contained when I'm with people. (So only slightly problematic that I live alone then 🙄) [Homemade lentil loaf (leftover from last Christmas Day, via 12 months hibernation in the freezer), cheesy re-baked baked potato, tenderstem broccoli and flat beans, homemade cranberry sauce (also leftover from last Christmas from the freezer). Yes, it was really good. Still feeling calm. Kinda proud. What eating disorder, eh?] https://www.instagram.com/p/CJHXUnIJKXOsI8gZGKAbh1yi8-PdOT79ldyglM0/?igshid=4uvlnsotuled










