We spent Christmas with Ben’s family making fires, indulgent food, and experimental cocktails in a house overlooking a frozen lake. It was hard to pry myself out of my new flannel pajama pants today.
Tomorrow we fly to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, where my family moved when I was sixteen. Now it’s home to just my Mom and her husband. Returning to Marquette, I often imagine it as it was when I left to go to college at 17– a hippie haven surrounded by the stunning Lake Superior; a place that’s full of many family memories. Now it’s just a part of my family picture. And maybe, as we all grow older, the holidays become this for us- an opportunity to examine the similarities and differences between how we imagine family and childhood, and it’s actualities–and even possibilites. I think of this now that I have my own family and home here in Minneapolis. It’s been 2 1/2 years since I was in Michigan, and I wonder what it will look like when I return. I feel like it’s an important place to visit as I end 2011.
My dear friend Betsy and her wonderful sister Molly have a tradition for New Years of deciding on three words that best describe the year past, and three for the year ahead. I love this, and eagerly await deciding on my words. It’s pretty magnificent to think of a new year with a clean slate, especially as I look back on the jam-packed, epic year that was 2011– not bad or good, but a series of ebb and flow, frustration and giganticness. I can’t wait to see what 2012 will hold.
So, what would your 3 words be?