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Kristin Booker • December 30, 2013

Home for the Holidays

Ah, the holidays. I flew home last week and was so exhausted. You know what I mean: we haul it so fast to get to this part of the year and the gauntlet to get to the end is so great that by the time we can slow down we just fall apart. After three flight cancellations and a few gate changes in the Charlotte airport, what should have been about four hours of total travel time turned into a 12 hour adventure. Oh well, at least there’s Starbucks in the airport, which is the photo I posted from my gate before I signed off for the holidays.

You've seen this photo already (maybe) but it bears repeating that this was a 7 hour trip to the Charlotte Airport. Thank God for Starbucks and wi-fi.

You’ve seen this photo already (maybe) but it bears repeating that this was a 7 hour trip to the Charlotte Airport. Thank God for Starbucks and wi-fi.

At my mom’s request, I actually took an entire week off from writing. I didn’t know how badly I needed said break until I took it. I woke up in the exact position in which I fell asleep three days in a row. I took 90 minutes naps. I don’t think I fell asleep as much as I was just rendered unconscious. It was so amazing to just rest. It made me think a lot about balance, which is my #1 resolution for the new year. As a matter of fact, it’s probably the biggest. I’d say it’s the only resolution, but I’ll tack on a few more before it’s over. You know, because I clearly need balance. 🙂

This is the Christmas tree at our house. The crazy slanted lights in the background are the neighbor's lights across the street. Our cozy little home.

This is the Christmas tree at our house. The crazy slanted lights in the background are the neighbor’s lights across the street. Our cozy little home.

My mom and I are very close. She’s my original style icon, even though our individual tastes are vastly different. It was so fun to go home this time and help her out. Our house has wireless internet now and she’s face down in playing with her Kindle device.

She’s also someone who wants absolutely no photographs of herself on the internet where she can be identified. Which is fine, and I respect that (it’s also one of the main reasons you all haven’t seen too many photos of Lucky Guy yet – same thing.) But we went plowing through a giant cabinet of old photos that haven’t seen the light of day for over three decades, and I came back with an amazing sense of history and some amazing photos. So, I’ll show you a photo that pretty clearly shows how close we’ve always been. This was taken when I was three years old on a trip to Myrtle Beach. It was the first time both of us had seen the ocean.

This is my gorgeous mother with me at age three. We're at Myrtle Beach with my dad. Isn't she gorgeous?

This is my gorgeous mother with me at age three. We’re at Myrtle Beach with my dad. Isn’t she gorgeous?

But outside of our annual, epic day-after-Christmas excursion to both malls in my hometown in West Virginia and a trip to the Cracker Barrel, we spent a lot of time together just talking and with me helping around the house. A repair here, moving furniture, setting up said wireless, etc. I cooked almost every meal at home this time, and I came up with a great lamb recipe I’ll be testing on Lucky Guy tomorrow night.  It was a beautiful, relaxing time.

Breakfast by a roaring fire at Cracker Barrel.

Breakfast by a roaring fire at Cracker Barrel.

Actually, let me back up and give a plug for the Day After Christmas Shop-A-Thon. First of all, I will give some love to the Cracker Barrel. We had biscuits and apples and eggs near a roaring fire before we went shopping. That’s the way to start the day, folks.

See also: my post-holiday shopping haul was epic this year. Each season, I set a limit of $500 in cash and once it’s gone, it’s gone. This year, I scored so many deals I had to check a suitcase to get it all home, which weighed in at exactly 48.5 lbs, right under US Airways checked baggage limit before they ask me to hock a kidney. Suck it, airlines. !Viva los Space Bags!

But now I’m home after another flight time that called for me to get up at 4 am and I’m tired but grateful. This year holds a lot of promise for everyone, and I hope your holidays were safe, fun and filled with amazing moments. Although there weren’t many photos taken, this was a Christmas with tiny memories that added up to one week of happiness (and much-needed sleep) that will carry me for a long, long time.

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