I'm taking a break from packing to head out to the cabin in Big Bear tomorrow. It's entirely possible that I'm dramatically overpacking, but we'll be there for a few days, and I'll be damned if I'm going to drink Folgers or sip my wine from plastic cups when I have a choice in the matter. I described the contents of our boxes and cooler to my mom this evening: five wine glasses, five champagne flutes, a tea kettle, a French Press, a coffee grinder, a large pot, a colander, a pasta-stirring spoon, a fondue pot, and various food and drink items. "Ha ha ha!" said Mom. When I asked why she laughed, she responded, "Oh, nothing. It's only that you sound just like me."

She's right, too.

Christmas was good. It was lovely to be back in Seattle. I don't hate Southern California, but I can't see myself living here for the rest of my life. Even after a two-year absence from the Pacific Northwest, Seattle felt more like home than Orange County. I got to tell jokes and laugh and talk with my family, which just isn't the same over the phone. Plus, I got to meet a whole bevy of Seattle LJers, who were just as interesting in person as they are online.

I was grateful to be able to spend time with bohunk several of the days I was visiting. I went through bohunk withdrawals after returning from our cross-country drive, and it was important for me to get my LorFix. She is right there at the top of my list of "People Who Don't Suck."

I'm off to pack some more. If I get too carried away, kindly remind me that bread makers, food processors, and rice cookers aren't truly necessary on a three-day excursion.

Happy New Year to you all!