We returned home from our Thanksgiving holiday last night. It was a nice trip. Some aspects didn’t turn out as I had planned; Michael worked a lot, Eva and I were sick, but it was still comforting to be with family. When I’m with my family, there is no worry. I don’t have to worry about if I’m going to say something stupid, if I look ugly, or if I’m contributing in a worthwhile way to the conversation. I’m just at ease in a different way than I am with friends. I miss that. Oregon feels a million miles away the first few days back as I re-adjust to my quiet solitude again.
Eva was a trooper and was mostly well-behaved in the car. At one point I looked back at her and saw this:
Other times I looked back and saw screaming, but we won’t dwell on that. She’s a good girl.
The days went by quickly but I am grateful we were able to squeeze in a visit. I will now anxiously await our next trip.
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