I hope everyone had a really great Christmas filled with love, laughter, family and friends! It's crazy how fast the holidays fly in and out after so much build up (though anticipation is one of my most favorite feelings). This year I was unable to make it home to my darling DiGaetano/Klevze's, which certainly was a bummer. I love my family and truly wish I could've spent some time with them this season, though I'm happy to know they are all generally healthy and enjoying life. I admittedly shed a few tears during our video chatting/present opening session, but sometimes I think it's good to be reminded of just how much my family means to me during these types of separations. I am so thankful for the miracle that is the interweb and video cameras built into my sister and my Macbooks!
My dear friend Jenny France and her family were kind enough to open their home and adopt me as a 3rd daughter for the holiday. They truly made me feel so comfortable and I'm incredibly grateful for their generosity.
Mrs. France (or Mom as I called her this weekend) is a miracle worker of decorating...lady has some serious talent when it comes to making the home super festive! Doesn't her house look so amazing?! Makes me wanna drink hot chocolate by the fire for days...(and yes, they had 2 Christmas trees. genius).
My tummy is basically busting out of my jeans at the present moment after stuffing my face non-stop for 3 days...and because I ate 2 pieces of chocolate for breakfast today. As my dad would say, I'm suffering from Dun-laps disease; my belly dun lapped over ma belt. Good thing the France's got me a fabulous new brown belt to help hold this sucker in. Thanks, France family! They also got me matching pjs with Jenny to wear on xmas eve...so comfy and cute! We rocked them on Christmas morning at the super market while picking up last minute dinner ingredients, much to the delight of one of the workers. Side note; major love to anyone who works on Christmas. That can't be easy or enjoyable. I'm glad we could bring some silly cheer to the woman who laughed and complimented our ridiculous fleece Rudolph pants.
Jenny's 3 year old niece, Addie, was certainly a source of entertainment throughout the weekend. I'm not sure what I liked more; her some what inappropriately sexy dance routine she performed for us to saxophone holiday music, or the fact that she genuinely pronounced my name as one of the following each time she said it:
Strike a pose, Addie. Trash/Crotch/Wretch likes your moves.
Story time with Grandpa France:
Sticky buns for breakfast, a holiday must!
Couldn't get enough cuddles with my "niece" Abbey, Jenny's wiener pup, next to her very pregnant sister and mom to Addie, Megan. Please excuse my icky greasy hair, I had just woken up and was very much unshowered :-/
And because I like to think of myself as an animal whisperer (or a Lenny, as in Of Mice and Men's Lenny, depending on how hard I squish a creature)...next day morning cuddles with some friendly felines...
Over the past 3 years I've realized just how much of a "rolling stone" I tend to be. Some of my most happy memories are from times when I am pretty much on my own, soaking in whatever happens to be my situation, regardless of how unconventional it may seem. In short, I like being alone. I like the freedom that comes from this; the flexibility. I like spending time with new and old friends and their families, traveling, going with the flow, changing passions, changing paths, changing interests. As selfish as it sounds, I like making myself a priority. This isn't to say I don't appreciate and adore my family and friends because I really do...it overwhelms me at times how much I love them. I miss them on a daily basis. I would sincerely do anything for them. But at 26 I'm finally learning to be true to myself; to just be "Trish". Not a version of myself I feel might suit other people (I have always had a tendency to become a personality chameleon based on who I was with). To be more patient with my needs and wants. To forgive myself. To be the type of friend that is no bull-shit because I simply don't have room for it in my life. To accept my mistakes and limitations. To say, acknowledge and believe that if right now the only deeply intimate commitment I can make in life is to myself...that's OK. In the end, I think it will actually make me a better friend and person. If I want to always give myself fully, in kindness and gratitude, to all those I encounter then I'd better be sure it's the most true and honest version. I'd better make sure I love myself in order to send meaningful love out to others.
So for now I'm open. For now I'm a bit of a wanderer, accepting reality while continuing to dream. I'm including myself in my daily desire to be kind and grateful. I'm a bit of a gypsy I suppose. I realize not everyone will like this very much...but I guess that's not really any of my business, is it?
On to 2011....