We had an uneventful journey, for which I am grateful. Quite magical, really; we missed the bad weather both ways. The trip home was gorgeous, with sundogs and snow, until we hit the Coquihalla and things started to get ugly–but not as ugly as they became after we passed through. We took our time and had a sweet if short visit with my sister and fam.

Right now, my brains are swimming in sugar from eating betty crocker icing, it’s late, and I’m waiting until tomorrow to start my life. I’m still landing in my body from arriving home, the world is snow-covered, and I have no idea what comes next. I’m okay with that. I have a good feeling about this year to come. This last year has been hard, but we made it through and there were plenty of high points. I’ve come to rely on those. They’re always different, but they happen, and I keep changing.

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