Being home is the absolute best feeling in the world. As much as I love going “home” to Florida and seeing my family, I always love coming home.
Winter, for me is in rainy, wet NorCal.
It is quiet days with the wood stove lit.
Reading books.
Knitting.
Paying oodles of attention to my dog, Cassie, as she is a total diva when it comes to getting wet.
It is doing puzzles as a family.
Its is watching marathons of Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Harry Potter movies.
I love being home.
I am still recovering from jet lag and the little wrist injury I got while on vacation has me in a wrist brace. It has made unpacking, laundry, and the other 5,476,829 tasks I needed to do this weekend very fun (italics denote sarcasm.)
I am also in the midst of setting my goals and putting together my planners (yes, that is plural) for 2018. I know many people want to do this before the beginning of the year, but I love leaving it for after the holidays, when I have no other obligations pulling my attention away.
So, that’s it. I’ll leave you now so I can light a candle, listen to the rain on the leaves of the forest, and finish my vision board.
piligrace 