I don’t know how old you are, but I spent the first 4 Christmases, and Thanksgivings, after college (30 or so years ago) hundreds of miles away from home. I was very depressed during those days. Hang in there, it’s temporary and will get better. Merry Christmas!
My first Christmas alone was spent at Fort Lewis just in time for the Christmas blizzard of ‘71. It was me, a few other young officers, some cold Kentucky fried chicken and a bottle of Jack Daniels.