Wassailing in the Midwest
I’ve dropped off the radar lately, and I’ll tell you why.
The holidays are insane.
Being home is insane.
I thought I was exhausted from South America, but two weeks in the Midwest has knocked me down and basically laughed in my face. In a good way, of course.
I last left off in Mancora, Peru, and I still have to write about our 3 weeks in Ecuador (The Galapagos! The Amazon!), but today’s post is just me checking in. I’ve been away for so long that I forgot what coming home is like.
It’s not all relaxation and hanging out. Apparently, it’s staying up until 4:30 AM on multiple nights because you haven’t seen these people in SO LONG and ohmigod there’s SO MUCH TO SAY and the next thing you know you’ve gone through a crockpot of wassail (it’s a thing), the wine bottles are empty, and you ate 32 cheesecake bites in fifteen minutes.
This is what the holidays are like for everyone, right? RIGHT?
Oh, and Happy New Year, even though I’m not ready to accept that it’s 2013. I toasted with champagne at a mafia-owned bar in Chicago (awesome) and sang Auld Lang Syne, but I don’t actually believe that 2012 ditched us.
I’ve been getting a lot of questions recently about what’s coming up for me in 2013, and the answer is, I don’t really know.
Next week, Jared and I are taking a mini-trip to Washington D.C., Philadelphia, and New York City. In the meantime, we’re getting all of our paperwork together so I can apply for the partner visa for Australia. Although we’ve got return flights to Ecuador on the 30th of January, I’m not sure if we’ll use them.
Also, I don’t have a passport. I sent mine off for renewal and it feels weird. And cost $217, which was painful.
So. 2013. Thanks for smacking me over the head without warning.
I’m ready now.