Four Days to Home

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

As I start gathering things and dropping them in my suitcase, excited that we'll be getting on that red eye flight home this Friday night, I can't help but wonder how the last seven months will look from the perspective of home. Sometimes I'm actually afraid that I'll get there and never want to come back, but then I think of our jobs and how well they are going for us and it reminds me why we moved all the way out here in the first place.

Sometimes it's just funny to compare life in Virginia to life here in California. Like how today, while people back home complained about the icy cold and highs in the 40˚s, I joined a few of my coworkers for lunch outside in the 85˚ sunshine. But how last week, when it was averaging 52˚, everyone was bundled up like there was six feet of snow and everyone kept talking about how they were "absolutely freezing." It's laughable... until you're cold, too. I just may freeze to death in Virginia after being spoiled by Orange County!

I'm really, really looking forward to spending time at home. More than I could ever put into words. I can't imagine a better way to end my year!

That Space Between Holidays

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Life hasn't been too interesting to talk about lately, but the year is winding down and I feel like it's time to hop back onto this thing and round it out.

I am uninteresting in the best way possible, though... it's not a bored way at all, just a "my life is pretty predictable and I'm enjoying the monotony right now" kind of way. Work is fantastic, then we cook, chat, watch our shows, and do it again the next day. Holidays and other to-do lists have come and gone and are (always) coming again, and just getting to the next day while enjoying the little moments is pretty much all I need right now. Everything is sort of cyclical, and I never thought I'd enjoy the simple predictability like I do.

My parents visited for three days for Thanksgiving... which I think they're just crazy for, but I absolutely loved it! (Flying all the way to California from Virginia to just spend three nights qualifies as crazy in my book, but I won't ever refuse!) I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time ever, it was my first Thanksgiving not at home with our families, it was my first Thanksgiving without my Grandmother... it was a lot of firsts. It was also the first time I'd seen my parents since May and their first trip to Southern California, so we played tourists at the local beaches and felt like we hadn't been apart for a day.

I'm counting the days until we head to Virginia for Christmas [11] and I can't wait to see my parents again, my brother and sister-in-law, my cousins, my aunt and uncle, my farm, my bed, my ZOE (of course!) and then Dan's parents and sister, and grandparents, and uncles and aunts, and cousins, and his home, and his puppy, and then the Good Times Crew! And Macado's sandwiches, and Red Rooster Coffee, and real barbeque sauce, and southern food for days. And gas under $3.50 a gallon. And hugs from friends, and our mountains, and the reminder that home will never go away.