Friday, December 25, 2009

What does Christmas mean to you?

I've been having trouble answering that question this year. For many it is the joyfulness and happiness of holding those you love close to you. But for some of us the holiday season just isn't that simple this year. Finding joys in little things is important. Here are a few things that have made me smile this Christmas.

A perfect Christmas Dutch Baby

An ugly little tree

Frozen beauty

Generally I am a believer that love and beauty is all around us, and usually in the holiday season it is easy to find. This year I have had to search harder as many others I'm sure have. But I do believe that it is near.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Life back in th Northwest

As I was flying home from Germany back to Washington I became aware of just how much I would miss my adventurous lifestyle that I had adopted over the last few months. As I listened to Sigur Ros and looked out my window only to see Germany getting smaller and smaller below me I began to cry. When I landed in Iceland I honestly considered just not getting on my next flight and staying there for a while. That day I was filled with sadness as well as hope that someday I would go on another adventure that would be as fulfilling as this one has been.

Once I got to the states I was fortunate enough to see my dear friend Becca right away. I had missed her terribly and it made my heart happy to see her. However, when I saw her I had this feeling that we might be about to embark on some sort of travel again, but I was sadly mistaken.

I am back to real life.
Real life with all of its comforts and disappointments.
Real life with a job and warm friendly faces.
Real life with my own cozy bed and no excitement regarding where I will be sleeping.
Real life with delicious breakfast food but pretty lame pastries.
Real life with more clothing options and constantly feeling overdressed.
Real life with the holiday season and a lack of money.

As much as I am happy to be home so that I can see my family and friends but the culture shock is really not wearing off. I've been back for a week already and I just wish I was still roaming around living out of my bag wearing the same hobo-chic clothes day after day. I suppose I need to learn how to appreciate where I am instead of wishing I was somewhere else.

I'll work on that.