Friday, November 25, 2011

A New Tradition

I'm the first to admit that it stinks not living near family - DO YOU HEAR THAT FAMILY!?!?  It STINKS I tell ya.  Yet we seem to put ourselves into this situation quite often.  First Prague, now Indy.  You miss out on a lot when you live far away and trying to fit in a year's worth of life over a week-long visit just doesn't cut it.  And holidays?  Bittersweet.  So last year Kev and I decided not to go anywhere for Thanksgiving and by anywhere  I mean avoided all trains, planes, and automobiles to visit family.  Instead we... dun dun dun...  Stayed put.  And it was glorious - no offense family. In fact it was so glorious we did it again this year and have officially declared it a new tradition. 

Early morning 4.5 mile Drum Stick Dash through Broad Ripple Village with 15,000 of our closest friends, then home to whip up 10 lbs. of mashed potatoes a'la Kev and 4 dozen develled eggs a'la moi while watching Packers-v-Lions.  Said potatoes and eggs have become the extent of our Thanksgiving cullinary efforts which we take next door for our Urban Family Thanksgiving with The Best Neighbors Ever.  The Best Neighbors Ever who, for most holidays, have a revolving door of family, friends, and neighbors, always with more than enough food and drink for whomever lands on their doorstep.  They are just that awesome.

Kev and I recently decided to stay put this Christmas as well.  This one was a difficult decision as we had been planning on heading down to Texas but instead we will stay here with Norman, who at the ripe old age of 15 is not fit to travel let alone hang in a kennel for a week.  When Kev first suggested this Christmas plan it was unfortuantely while we were running a couple weeks ago.  It took a while to stop hyperventillating - true story -because the thought of not seeing Bubba this Christmas - or ever - made me double over like I'd been punched in the gut.  This is when living far away hurts the most.  The notion that I would be seeing her again soon was the only thing that kept me from hyperventillating when I left Texas a month ago.  But then the more I thought about it the more I realized that staying put in Indy is probably for the best.  I can not work for a week and not have to travel anywhere.  I can have a Christmas tree in my house for the first time in 9 years. I can remember my last visit with Bubba as one of the best moments of my life.  I can invite family here and see who shows up.

Do you hear that family?  You're all invited.  The door's open.  And bring presents.

1 comment:

Queen Kandis said...

Enjoy your wintery Christmas and your tree in your own house! You can do a quick fly-down to see family if you need to when it's not Christmas. Then the traveling will be 50% less atrocious.