As I write this post, I am snuggled in our bed next to a snoozing Daisy and a coughing Charlie. After a comically horrible day of travel yesterday, we are back in Red Lake and sick as dogs.
This time last year, Charlie and I had just returned from a few months in Greece and didn't know if we would be going back after the holidays because of work visa issues. I remember feeling relieved to be back in the States, surrounded by people who spoke English and the familiarity of our own culture. We had no clue where we would end up or how we would spend our time while we figured it out.
In the end, Charlie returned to Greece for a while to finish up what work he could, and I stayed behind in Tahoe where I would spend my days falling more in love with a place than I ever could have imagined.
Looking back, it has been a whirlwind of a year. We've moved to yet another country and are figuring out what it means to live in a small, remote mining community. We landed new jobs, bought a house, and made new friends. But it all came full circle as we spent the days leading up to 2015 looking out at the same gorgeous snow-capped mountains and frigid blue water that we did last year.
This recent trip back to the States was the first time we'd left Canada in six months, and words cannot express how incredible it was to be back in a bigger community with friends and family. I love that despite the distance, when I'm back with my people it feels like nothing has changed.
As a self-proclaimed foodie and amateur chef currently residing in a town of bar food restaurants, it shouldn't come as a surprise that a huge part of my time was spent eating. Chinese, Thai, Sushi, Mexican, and Vietnamese. Fancy restaurants, food trucks, and dives with great food. You name it, I ate it.
For the fourth year in a row we attended the SnowGlobe Music Festival in Lake Tahoe. It was three days of aggressive dancing and drinking spiked hot chocolate just to stay warm as the temperature plummeted and the winds acted up. We snuck in mini bottles of champagne to toast 2015, huddled like penguins, and captured it all on a disposable camera that garnered more than a few weird looks from people who we asked to take group shots. They are the kind of photos you put in a drawer and find a few years later, laughing to yourself about how crazy you used to be (or maybe still are).
At the festival I danced next to a guy dressed as Winnie the Pooh, hung out with a group holding a giant Danny Devito sign (see below), and had someone tell me my future with a giant glowing snowglobe. He said that at this exact time next year, I will be right back at SnowGlobe with all of the same people. You know what Strange Man Tripping on Drugs, I think you're right.
My resolution for 2015 is simple, and maybe a bit cliche: don't live for the weekends. I don't want to look back on my work week and feel like I navigated through it on autopilot. There is so much to do, so much to see, and not enough time to take it all in. This trip back home was rejuvenating in ways I couldn't have foreseen, and I don't know about you all, but I think it's going to be a great year.