What a whirlwind...can you count 20 days a a whirlwind? Somehow it felt like it was. I've just returned from visiting family in Washington for the holidays and I have the post-holiday blues. It's a very strange thing to have the important people in your life split on separate coasts of the country. Every time I go back to Washington, I spend the first week missing New York, then the second week soaking up my friends and family (namely my mom's babysitting), then the third week, I'm ready to go back to New York but simultaneously miss my family and friends already. It may be some form of mental illness. lol.
I think this time was particularly hard because of the job situation. Being in between jobs meant that I had plenty of downtime to see everyone, but the uncertainty also means I don't have a planned return trip, and this will probably have been my last 20 day trip. While my last job wasn't ideal, it meant that I was able to work remotely, so I could take these long trips without having to take vacation time, but it seems unlikely this will be the case in the future.
Enough of the sap, I had an amazing time! Here's a quick recap of what I've been up to the past month or so:
As soon as I got back to Washington, my mom and I went into full Christmas mode! She had already decorated just enough so it felt like Christmas when I got there, but we usually do most of it together so she saved a bunch...
Of course we had to have Christmas (or music) movies on while decorating...this year she graduated us all to small stockings, and J got his own, too! I guess I have to keep him around.
My brother was in desperate need for an Ugly Christmas Sweater, so I whipped this puppy up for him. It was pretty amazing, all of that garland made it weigh a million pounds, and I sewed bells in it so when he shimmied it jingled. haha...does anyone have any ideas how to make homemade ugly Christmas sweaters my livelihood?
I squeezed in as much Goodall time as possible. First Kaitlin and I had a wild night on the town, which in our world means a dinner out at a wine bar, and a tasting flight of "bubbles." It was so good to reconnect and gossip like we don't live 3,000 miles apart. I got my usual favorite, flat bread with roasted figs, goat cheese, honey, and pistachio. It's the perfect balance of sweet and savory.
A couple of nights later I headed back over to the Goodalls for our annual gingerbread house building. Sweet little Lila got in on the action this year, and probably ate just as much candy as she put on her house, but she was so proud of herself and for the record, some of the candy did make it on her house.
My mom and I did our normal holiday bake-a-thon but she had to work throughout the holidays so we had to seriously scale back the variety of cookies. We still made chocolate crinkles, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, peanut butter, chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, fudge, and rice krispie treats, so I don't think any of our recipients really noticed.
If you look closely you'll see Humphrey hoping my dad will share some of his sugar cookie with him...poor neglected Humphrey.
The Monday after Christmas both of my parents had the day off from work so we all went to this little Bavarian village on the side of the mountain, Leavenworth. We indulged in bratwurst for lunch, spiced German wine, beer, and wandered through some of the cute little shops. Living so close to it, I never thought about the history, but J was asking how it came to be...upon googling it was literally developed to be a tourist trap. In the 60s the town wasn't doing well economically, so they decided to create a faux Bavarian village, and voila! Success!
Then came New Years...J and I couldn't decide what to do for New Years Eve. As much as I love my family, we decided we should do something other than stay in with my parents so we went down to Portland for a couple of days. We lucked out and found this really cool "speakeasy" style party, and spent the night dancing and drinking...So fun!
We had a few low key days with my family, and then headed to the airport early on the 6th. I didn't cry but I did a little on the 4th. To make coming back feel more monumental, there was a snowstorm in the morning that meant an extra 2 hours on the plane with Humphrey.
