It’s Christmas. This is a bittersweet day for me. A year ago, Maddee, Luuka and Dylan moved out to Colorado. I was devastated by that news, and am still trying to come to terms with it. My knee jerk reaction was to put my house on the market, quit my job and move to North Carolina. I took a job as a spinal cord injury nurse at a large hospital, and it looked like everything was happening according to my plan. But I was miserable. I was so homesick for Grand Marais, and the life I had built here over the last 30 years. Thank God no one bought my house. After less than two months, I came back home.
This is Christmas morning. I don’t have to work today. I am all alone, and that is sad. I got a little emotional, laying in my dark bedroom, when Alexa sang “I wish you a merry Christmas” to me. That was sweet.
I am volunteering at work this afternoon, where I am going to read a couple of Christmas stories to the residents. So I am not all alone. Even though it’s just Lempi and me at home… Even though I didn’t put up my Christmas tree… It’s Christmas.