"It's a good thing you didn't have to work there on Christmas Eve," she said. "It would be so sad and depressing to be with all of those people who don't have families."
I laughed, felt sad for a second because I chose not to be with my family and I won't be with my American children until Wednesday.
Christmas is the hardest time to be alone, but that's how I was. And I put the time to good use. So, what she said didn't bother me, nor did I take it personally. Nor did I tell any of my story to her. There's no need! I had a great time, and look forward to the opportunity to be with my family again in the future.
I write these things out to help process them. To keep some sort of a record. After all, this is my spot for mundane thoughts in a dastardly world!