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I am sitting in my in-law’s house while my husband is out with his brothers installing a television mount. We’ve been here for a few days now, and I’m ready to go home. Home’s home to me, and while I’ve been coming to this house now for a few years (seven, to be exact), it’s not home. 

Christmas is really about watching Bambina be Bambina, spoiled with presents upon presents, things that are great for her to play with, things that I’m wondering - where am I going to put THAT in my already overcrowded house. I am so grateful that she does not want for anything. She has all she needs - toys, clothes, and my favorite thing, a large family that will always provide.

I decided to stay back with Bambina and my mother in law to get some space - so much of vacation is not vacation to me. It’s a lot of work and not that much play. I have been hungering for a place to read, a time to blog, and this is going to be it. I’ve managed to read three of the Harry Potter books in about two weeks time, and I’m trying to plow through assigned reading for work too. I got two books I wished for on my Kris Kringle list, and well, it’s a happy problem. Too many books. We all should be so lucky.

As we close out the books on this year, I can only say that I always feel like it’s a work in progress, steps toward the next year, what I am doing for the future. I don’t know if I’m done with anything, just getting closer…a little here, a little there, but I’m not ready to say, I’ve accomplished my goals. Yes, there are some here and there, but I’m not done. No way, no how. It’s only going to get better.

A raised glass for you all.

Char