Saturday, January 7, 2012

Cookies and Christmas


Going home can be tricky, and going home during the holidays is always tricky.

My wife’s family is full of energy and excitement.  Lots of people doing lots of interesting things who are excited to see family and hear new stories.  We tend to be the less interesting, slow paced people in this family.  Oh, you’re starting a power company in Africa and traveling around the world speaking to investors?  My 8th grade football team went 4-4.

We’re happy with our lot in life, though.  In fact, we love it.  We live simply and do our best to enjoy the genuinely good things around us like local vegetables and changing seasons.  It’s just that we don’t have much to contribute to these big conversations.  This year, though, we agreed that our little house and joyful lives were enough for us, and to let other people do most of the talking.  

Jump forward a few days, and we’re sitting in Cleveland with my family.  Lots and lots of sitting.  We flew into the Cleve around 2pm, and sat in the same spots on couches for the next 8 hours (with a break for dinner).  8 hours.  It took us a couple of days to get over the culture shock of active talkative people to sedimentary small talk, but we came through the other side a few pounds heavier and more appreciative of our little life than ever.  

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