I am tired.
Christmas isn't my favorite holiday. I don't like the cold. I don't like the crowds. I like the church part for weird reasons and I like Christmas morning because my family has a great routine and it feels good to have something that happens every year, the same way.
But I'm tired...this past week has been hard and the last month has been long and twisted. I am ready to move back to Keene and it's not happening as quickly as I like. I feel like I'm being held hostage at this point-and that's not cool.
And I'm tired.