It is a minute to midnight and I’m running on the last juices of my battery. My dog Foxy is asleep at my feet. I’m the only one awake. My siblings went to sleep early, excited for the early Christmas we’ll be having tomorrow while here at my dad’s house.
It has been three days and I haven’t posted anything, though not for lack of trying. I think my problem has been that I’ve been getting too sentimental, too personal. It got to the point where I couldn’t take myself seriously in the rereading of any of it. And so, I’ve decided to take a step back from the personal posts and write a list: How To Find Holiday Spirit.
I’m back in Canada now. While I’m glad to see my dog, my brother, and my big soft bed, I’ve realized that I was missing things about home without even knowing it.
I should be used to this by now. In a way, I suppose I am. I know what and how much to pack. I know what tickets I need, the times to book for. I know where to go and who to talk to. I know how to do everything in such a way that I will cause myself the lowest amount of discomfort. But as it always is when I travel between Calgary and Winchester, I have this feeling of leaving one home to go to another. I don’t want to leave, but I also don’t want to stay.
I should note that I didn’t take pictures of everything because often I forgot my camera or I just forgot in general.
None of these pictures predate December 1st.
Yes, this Weeklies is going to be on a Thursday. It’s been a crazy week and it’s not even over yet, so you’ll have to make do with this. I’ll tell you about my week soon enough. There’s a lot to catch up on.
Let’s start with music.
Today marks one year since the launch of Precarious Writer and the publishing of my first blog post. I didn’t think I would last this long. I would’ve been excited to get past a week without giving up. Now it’s been a year and this blog has grown so much.