Back in California

It's good to be home.

Beanie reunites with Gizmo, her aunt and uncle’s doggie (Photo credit: Taz).

Greetings, friends, from California.

It’s been a hectic week, packing up our tropical lives and re-entering California atmosphere. After a few days of nonstop errands and medical appointments, Costa Rica is already a hazy, distant dream. I have quickly adapted once more to four-lane highways and traffic lights, and the crowded parking lot of Target. (Target! I have to admit I missed you.)

It’s been unusually cold along the West Coast; people around here are complaining, but I’m actually enjoying the novelty. The air is crisp, and I’m wearing proper shoes and socks, not the same pair of waterproof orange flip-flops every day. I’ll probably not be as appreciative after a few months of wet chill up in Vancouver, but for now I am feeling cozy.

This week’s post will be short one. I’ve been running around all day and will be again tomorrow. Any spare time I have should probably be spent clearing away the mess in my parents’ living room—the mess that we made when we took over and spread all our possessions around.

Have a happy holiday season with your loved ones! May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white.