Just like the ones I used to know? Not really.
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| Christmas Day 2011, looking at the back of our house and the castle |
I couldn't really admit this last week, when reports of stress, last minute madness, no sleep, Christmas parties and concerts were flying around the internet . . . but this has been the most relaxing holiday season in years. I do miss the craze, but when we are so far removed from a normal life and any sort of social circle, we really had nothing unusual going on. That could seem lonely, and it did at times, but it also allowed me just to enjoy this time, and watch Elsa catch on to the excitement.
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| Guess how easy it was to get her to bed on Christmas Eve? |
Clara, to celebrate her first Christmas, gave us the gift of a good night's sleep for the first time in a week. She and Elsa also gave Erik some great espresso, in order to maximize parental function.
This Christmas challenged me to re-define "home", especially at a time when we don't have a permanent base. It doesn't feel like we were home for Christmas, but what is home for us? I think that for the time being, home is wherever the four of us are together. If that place happens to be a library-owned 18th- century house in Wolfenbüttel, Germany, so be it. We're home.
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| A good end to a great day. Yes, that's spit-up on my shoulder. |
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