The Guy and I are at my parents home in the South - celebrating Hanukkah privately - and my favorite Christmas rituals publicly with my entire family. Sleeping in separate bedrooms and cooking dinners and revisiting childhood haunts in this low-fifties winter (quite refreshing from the sub-zero temperatures we left in the midwest). It's a transitional year for us. I'm waiting to hear back about grad school, and thus, potentially moving us to a new city. We're poised to become a blended family - though not quite there yet, it still feels like family to me.
It feels like a transitional year for the nation as well. So while there will be moments of uncomfortability over the holidays for all of us, I am certain we will look back to remember this year's close profoundly. So I am keeping that quasi-optimistic, reverant outlook for the lull of these next two weeks... before grinding into the next year again.
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