While spending time with friends and family are obviously the high points of my holidays when I'm home in the Mich, here are four other things that deserve mention:
4) My Bed. My room is like a time capsule from 1999 when I moved to Wellesley. However, I love waking up in my room, in my bed. The best parts about my bed are its overall comfiness, its length (California long baby!) and the fact that it's a twin. The twin element is key, because when I bring boyfriends home they are allowed to stay in my room - but the limiting size of my twin bed ensures that they either sleep on an air mattress on the floor, or in a spare bedroom - totally gauranteeing me a peaceful night sleep alone in my bed. Muhahaha.
3) Cooking With The Fam. My contributions to holiday meals are mashed potatoes (which are examined and evaluated at length at the dining room table in an attempt to ascertain if I've moved to a holy level of lump-freeness), pumpkin bread, and pumpkin cheesecake. Sharing the kitchen with my family is a truly joyous experience, as evidenced by the convo that took place today:
Me: "Mom, do we have corn starch"
Mom: "It's in the pantry"
Me: "What does it look like?"
Mom: "It looks just like powdered sugar"
Me: "How do I tell the difference?"
Mom: "Taste it. If it tastes like shit, it's corn starch."
2) My dog Eddie. You may think that you have a cool dog, or that your dog is the "best ever". But, you'd be sadly mistaken, because my dog is in fact, the shit. He's seriously the coolest dog in the land. He has more personality than any other dog, ever (even yours). If he could talk, I'm pretty sure he'd be one of the more hilarious members of my family. He knows when I'm home, and will somehow open the door to my room and come in and lick my face in the morning. While this interupts my glorious night's sleep in my twin bed, I still love him. (No he's not a horse. He's a Leonberger, and he weighs about 160lb.)
1) My Cottage. The night I got home, I got in the car and drove 2.5 hours across the state of Michigan in the drizzling rain so that I could wake up in the little guest house beind our Cottage. Because it's seperated from the rest of the house, and backs up onto the woods, its just the most solitary, quiet and beautiful place to wake up. (My love for waking up here is compounded by the fact that 95% of my mornings in DC are just total freaking mayhem of the 7am variety, followed by 8 - 10 hours of work.) I took this picture when I got up at 8am, and then went back to sleep for 3.5 hours... because I'm home for the holidays.
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