Merry Christmas everyone! Last year Josh and I spent Christmas on the road. This year we have spent Christmas eve trekking the vast expanse that is Central California. I thought Southern Idaho smelled rank. I was wrong. So wrong. It'll be a blessing to spend Christmas sedentary, and with one of Josh's closest friends to boot. I haven't seen him this happy in forever, and thus, just that makes it a wonderful Christmas. (PLUS, it was 70 some degrees today. I was sweating on Christmas eve! Blasphemy!) I wish though that we actually celebrated twelve days of Christmas. That way there would be festivities everyday and enough time to see every family member. But alas, such festivities are only suitable for small towns where the demands of work and "reality" don't punish those who enjoy family and fun. I'm afraid that the idyllic Christmas is lost in the lore of the Victorian era and then again with the Baby Boomers. It seems as if no one even remembers it is Christmas this far south.
I love taking road trips with my husband because I get nearly endless amounts of hours to think, and a wise word when I need it. Most of this trip was spent in a cozy silence as I reflected back on snippets of happy things. Like the time Josh told me I was far more beautiful when I didn't wear makeup. This probably would have gone in one ear and out the other had we not been in Seattle, surrounded by impossibly beautiful girls that I couldn't help but compare myself to. I wish guys said words like this more often. I know they stop when we disagree with them and tell them they couldn't possibly be right, but little words like that stick like gorilla glue to a woman's brain. I don't know if he noticed, but I wear far less makeup than I ever used to.
Other thoughts were spent on education. After a year and a half of no term papers, no classes, and no deadlines, I find my brain aching to attend a structured class again. At least do something! I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, but sitting around waiting for something to happen is a poor way to find out what I'm supposed to be doing! On my week long journey so far I have met a host of colorful characters that have done amazing things and gone on amazing adventures. To say I'm reignited is an understatement.
Merry Christmas all!
I love taking road trips with my husband because I get nearly endless amounts of hours to think, and a wise word when I need it. Most of this trip was spent in a cozy silence as I reflected back on snippets of happy things. Like the time Josh told me I was far more beautiful when I didn't wear makeup. This probably would have gone in one ear and out the other had we not been in Seattle, surrounded by impossibly beautiful girls that I couldn't help but compare myself to. I wish guys said words like this more often. I know they stop when we disagree with them and tell them they couldn't possibly be right, but little words like that stick like gorilla glue to a woman's brain. I don't know if he noticed, but I wear far less makeup than I ever used to.
Other thoughts were spent on education. After a year and a half of no term papers, no classes, and no deadlines, I find my brain aching to attend a structured class again. At least do something! I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, but sitting around waiting for something to happen is a poor way to find out what I'm supposed to be doing! On my week long journey so far I have met a host of colorful characters that have done amazing things and gone on amazing adventures. To say I'm reignited is an understatement.
Merry Christmas all!
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