I’m happy to be moving to Florida. Although I have no idea what I’ll be doing a month from now or three months from now, I feel like I’m starting fresh, as on the John Lennon song being played all the time now: “It’ll be just like starting over.”
Of all the predictable things I was anticipating about Christmas 2016: making Christmas cookies, the candlelight Christmas Eve church service, our traditional Christmas Eve meal, Mariah Carey on the stereo over a lazy day exchanging presents, none of that happened.
Even the darkest winter days can still have light in them, light that shines from the center of my home. A light that will always be there to guide me back home.
It’s the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring…except you who totally didn’t realize this was an extended family Christmas.
Let’s be real: the holidays can be the worst. From relentless Love Actually marathons, to dreaded family political debates, to more food than you can food a food at…it’s basically a bulimic’s nightmare.
Santa hat selfie. If I get this Snapchat one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.
