I always have a good cry on my way back to work after the holidays. I boo hoo my way through my hour commute overwhelmed by homesickness and regrets. There are so many things I planned to do with my precious days off and now it is too late. This was a year of notable omissions to our family traditions. No yule log cake. No Santa Claus jigsaw puzzle. No cans of carefully crafted spritz cookies. No real presents under the tree to speak of. It was a very grownup holiday, streamlined so I could manage more important things like regrouting an ugly pink bathroom, or so I thought. I want to do it all again. Right now.
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