The droll familiarity of my hometown: whilst desperate to escape it by virtue of university it still possesses a comforting charm about it.
The glorious godsend that is clean sheets and a full fridge. Not to infer that I'm living on the breadline or anything, but there's nothing quite like the luxury of coming home.
My amazing circle of friends, stemming from both blogging and real life - your love and support have gotten me through the good, the bad and the ugly. You've moulded me into a better person and made memories that I'll never forget.
That for the third year in a row I have my two half sisters to share Christmas with. Having a family split is difficult to digest however now my extended family is my extended life.
The fact that my mother feels more like a sister and a best friend than an actual parent. She's my lifeline and one of the most giddy, gentle and inspirational people you'll ever meet.
I'm thankful for the bursts and bouts of kindness we witness during Christmas. I absolutely adore that feeling of pure, unadulterated contentment, where if we could bottle this moment, we would.
The lazy, hazy nights ahead spent with friends, recapping the year and reminiscing of old times, all over some mulled wine and a mountain of biscuits of course.
The exciting prospect of making New Years resolutions. It was on New Years Day this time last year that I tentatively created my Twitter account, hopeful that it would go hand in hand with a blog that would materialise only a few weeks later!
That the dark cloud of depression rarely rears its ugly head. This year has seen my dosage upped and as a result, my mood improved and focus regained. I returned to university a new person with a new prospective and have been excelling ever since (note: must refer to this sentence if ever feeling down in the dumps!)