The holidays are over and I couldn't be happier. This year my family gave the group gift of flu and stomach bugs. No one was spared, but we each went down separately. Nothing better than traveling across the country just to lay in bed for three days wishing you could just be unconscious and fast forward through it all.
Christmas was a sad sight. It was as if my siblings and I had broken into my parents' house to throw the saddest dinner party ever. My sister, a vegetarian up until a year ago, and myself, who doesn't cook - were in charge of cooking the turkey. While it was eventually edible, half of it was thrown away immediately - still raw after seven hours in the oven. My parents spent the entire day on the couch sleep behind us.
It wasn't all bad though. There were a few moments of brightness. Took my nephew to a farm where he met his first cow and was chased by geese. Had brunch with some friends I hadn't seen in a while. And went to a housewarming holiday party at my best friend from high school's little sister's house. This was a girl we would torture when we were younger - now grown up herself and a home owner. To make it even weirder she bought the childhood home of a high school classmate of mine - one that my group of friends had idolized from afar. He was the mysterious cool kid we always hoped would acknowledge our coolness. He once gave me a copy of a Hole album, that I believe I still own. Apparently, when my friend explored the attic with her little sister they found a box of his old stuff. Issues of Rolling Stone and People from the week Kurt Cobain died, like a time capsule of our youth left behind. Which seems sort of the perfect way to spend the holidays. Going home is always a little bit like that.
But here's to looking forward. Happy New Year and may 2015 be an awesome year.
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