Monday, December 31, 2012

Christmas at Home

Things I have done while on vacation here in the good ‘ole Midwest:

Got lost in Wal-Mart
Cuddled my beagle
Exercised with mom
Coffee with dad
Slept in
Went to bed early
Snarfed, nommed, and generally devoured dozens of cookies.
Watched roughly eighteen million shows about renovating homes, buying the perfect home, and one show where you get to do both and then choose.

Things I have not done:

Blogged (or even written, L) with consistency or passion
Eaten kimchi
Missed my cheesebox apartment, my diet of peanut butter and eggs, or the Busan subway system
Not missed my friends in Korea
Taught English

I’m not a huge Christmas fan (call me Scrooge; I dare you) and I’m definitely not a fan of New Years—yet another arbitrary date that signifies nothing except that we are still breathing, our hearts beating, and 365 days have passed. Frankly, I can’t be bothered because I’m busy soaking up the last few moments of home-iness before hitting the road again.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m going to Australia, New Zealand, and possibly Singapore on a dream vacation; I’m not unhappy. But home is truly something special and nothing to be rushed. As George Moore, an Irish novelist I'd never heard of before, said,

“A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”

Pre-wedding tomfoolery with my roomie and Ian McKellan.

I ate all of these. And all of their white chocolate coating.

Mom's momma looking cheery on Christmas Eve.

Christmas Carnage.
Beagle glamour shot.
This is when I got my new camera. Practice shots!

Snowy time.

Love having a car. Love driving. Absolutely hate hate hate scraping it off in the mornings.

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