While it’s always a little sad for me when we’re not in New Orleans for a major holiday, I’m pretty happy that we don’t have to pack, figure out how to load the presents without crushing them, get a cat sitter, drop the dog off, fight the traffic on the long 7 hour drive, etc. etc. etc.
I’m a little burned out on traveling to be quite honest. In fact, September, October and November were some of the craziest months I’ve ever experienced from a travel standpoint. I’m sure Elia’s traveled more in those 3 months than she will for the first 3 years of her life. She’ll be somewhat less portable at that point, or so I hear.
The experiences run the gamut. The September work trip to Tuscaloosa for the University of Alabama game is forever seared into my memory. It was miserably hot and humid and stuffy and I barely avoided puking on my client. Since it was still during my first trimester, I couldn’t yet explain why I was a complete miserable witch the whole weekend. But there were also the lovely trips to Austin for my dad’s wedding, New Orleans for Thanksgiving and a “just ’cause” trip, and St. George Island with Ashley’s entire family. More of those, please!
So, it’s a Taylor Christmas in Georgia this year, and that’s a wonderful thing.