All students, international and domestic, know the true meaning behind “going home for Christmas” (or whatever your special festival is). We go from sad student apartment stripped off homely feeling, perhaps some dodgy roomies and old couch pizza, to a clean and warm house where the laundry fairy does the laundry and the food cooks itself (i think….?). From a fridge that is the true proof of the roller coaster that is your existence: beer and moldy veggies (veggies because you decided for the hundredth time its time you get real about your health, and beer because you quickly figured out that’s just not happening), to a fridge with enough greasy yummy Christmas food to feed a small village. Yes, going home for Christmas gets a whole different meaning when you’re a student living away from home.
