How did it get to be Christmas Eve?

It's been four months now since I've been living in a new city, working a new job and living with new people. None of it's new anymore really. My life has changed in more ways than I thought possible in such a short time in brilliant ways. Now I'm home for Christmas and nothing is the way it should be, and I feel cheated almost. Coming here, seeing my family, was supposed to help recharge my batteries, physically and emotionally, but it's doing quite the opposite. The meager holiday spirits I had managed to hold on to have dried out in light of everything that is unexpectedly unwell here and we're all on edge. I don't know what to make of any of it.