There always seems to be this interesting lull between Christmas and New Years. Like time stands still for a moment that lasts the whole week. A time of reflection. A time of wondering. Pondering over highs and lows. What ifs. Could have been.
I never dreamed I would have gone to the UK and Ireland this time last year. It seemed like an impossible dream. It was at the end of January when my Mom and I found the tour we wanted to go on.
I visited California 3 times. Once with the nieces and my Mom to Disneyland and Balboa/Newport. Quite a trip that was. Definite high and lows. Laughs and tears. But it was all fantastic.
Last May my Grandpa wanted to make a final trip to the California coast to visit all his favorite places. My Grandma came along (they divorced when my Mom was 13 (my Grandma is a literal Saint)), and we visited Ventura, Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo, Great American Melodrama in Oceano, Arroyo Grande, Cambria, and Ragged Point. It was so good we made the trip, as my Grandpa is going downhill, and there's no way he could make such a trip now, so it was all very special. And sentimental.
And last November my Mom and I went to Riverside to help my Uncle with something. Did escape to Disneyland again and to the beach. It was a busy trip full of service, but it was still good.
It's strange to think Christmas wasn't even a week ago. Feels like eons. We had another white Christmas, completely unexpected. Snow came late Christmas Eve night, enough to stick on the ground through Christmas. This has happened these last few years it seems.
I thought I was spending New Years Eve alone, as I didn't know if my Dad needed to work through the night, but I just got a call that he's coming home, and my brother Robbie, sister-in-law Lindsay, and little baby niece will be here an hour or so. So I need to do some cleaning!
I didn't want to spend New Years Eve alone. Nice not having too. :0)
Happy New Years!
Hope 2018 is wonderful.
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