I spent my first Christmas and New Year's in New Zealand, which was a cool experience. Christmas was particularly remarkable because I celebrated with my flatmate Starrlite (seriously, that's her name) and her family. They're all Maori or part-Maori, so their idea of a family holiday is to hold a hangi in the backyard. It was a warm breezy day, and I walked around barefoot in a summer dress and ended up with sandfly bites all over my legs.
And now it's 2009, the sun is shining, and I'm struggling against the urge to buy fish & chips for dinner - a struggle I think I'm going to lose.