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Happy Holidays!

Ahh Christmas: supposedly the happiest time of the year, but also the loneliest for those that have no one to share it with. And families- don’t even get me started- love them, or hate them, this is the time of year when they are in your face!

This year I am looking forward to a big Sri Lankan Christmas which is so big that we had to hire a hall. No, I am not exaggerating. We haven’t had a Christmas this big since a few of the older generation passed away and the younger generation started breeding.

I am taking delight in the fact that it is the first Christmas that my daughter knows it’s Christmas and is obsessed with Santa, but is not quite yet old enough to demand particular presents that she wants.

I am also looking forward to seeing a few more members of the Canadian branch of the family than usual and sharing some fun in the sun with them. It is probably odd for Northern Hemisphere folk to have turkey in the middle of summer I am sure, but I usually have rice and curry anyway so I wouldn’t know the difference.

And then, before you know it, it will be the New Year’s Eve.

Once a night of drunken debauchery where I whizzed around Sydney trying to attend as many of the five different parties that I had been invited to without the aid of taxi’s and end up walking home with a bottle of champagne.

But New Year’s Eve is one night and now I enjoy the thought of a New Year with new travel plans to new places. I plan to begin the year with a new positive attitude about new possibilities, try to appreciate the little things and dream bigger about the big things.

I will be taking a couple of weeks off from blogging over Christmas and New Year’s as I don’t trust my parents internet/who’s really going to be reading my blog at that time anyway.

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my readers out there- thanks for reading, commenting and for all your social media support over the past year. A special thank you also goes out to those fellow bloggers that have published my articles and let me guest blog for them. I’m excited to share more stories with you all in 2015.

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Cheers!

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What’s your obsession?

According to the dictionary, obsessive-compulsive-disorder, or OCD, is an anxiety disorder in which patients are driven to repeat the same act, such as washing their hands, over and over again, usually for many hours.

Being of Sri Lankan heritage, I have a little OCD.

I don’t wash my hands continually in an “out, damned spot” Macbeth- kind of way, but I do run lists in my head that must be completed before I leave the house. Dress, do my hair, pack my bag, make the bed, eat breakfast and brush my teeth.

I also do a walk-through of each room in the flat, making sure it is neat and tidy. Not clean. Most people mistakenly think the place is clean- but that is merely the illusion that tidiness creates.

I know my Sri Lankan mother also has this problem as it drives me nuts when I am waiting for her to come and visit and she can’t seem to leave the house early as she has to do a quick tidy up first.

There is also a running list of chores that I need to do in my head. Fortunately this one doesn’t run every day or I may never get out the door. This may also be part of the reason why I don’t want a bigger place to live.

After leaving home, I lived by myself for a number of years and the OCD was easy to manage. Everything was still where I left it that morning when I returned from work each night.

Living with a partner, on the other hand, can sometimes be a challenge. Probably not just for me.

The only way I can deal with someone else’s mess is to allocate corners or areas where everything of theirs gets dumped and then I don’t have to think about it. Not very nice of me I know, but perhaps I just have an understanding husband who also likes the benefits of having a tidy house.

Over the years, I have heard stories of Sri Lankan aunts who suffer from the same disorder to varying degrees. Is it a cultural thing? Or a genetic disorder? Or a female thing?

The theory is that OCD is learned behaviour and distorted beliefs that could either be genetic or the result of chemical, structural and functional abnormalities in the brain.

So, for now, the jury is still out. But I can still blame my mum right?

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