After 31 consecutive hours of travel, Tor Edvin and I arrived, at long last, in Alaska. It was below zero, but it was home, finally. I felt destroyed from the fall semester; for days we did very little except eat, ski, and sleep, sleep, sleep. I slept like my life depended on it, and it was heaven. When I wasn’t sleeping, we went outside. The world was mostly dark blues and purples with explosions of brilliant gold when the sun rose above the horizon. The sea ice flew past the highway in the rush of the tide.
Home sweet home.
I baked a vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free gingerbread house. It tasted slightly like cardboard but was still delicious. Unfortunately (?) it rapidly turned into a gingerbread apocalypse.
It was cold.
We went to Bear Tooth Theatrepub, one of my favorite local places, where you can see a movie while drinking local beer and eating delicious food. Good times!
We had a family dinner at our house and there were animals everywhere.
Tor Edvin with Bo the cockatoo.
Tilly Mae, the most recent addition to the family.
Tor Edvin prepared an amazing cranberry-pear dessert.
Siblings and birds.
View from home.
On Christmas eve, we drove around the suburbs looking for crazy Christmas decorations so that Tor Edvin could get a glimpse of classic America.
Christmas eve at my grandparents’ awesome house.
Present at our Christmas Eve dinner: One cockatoo, five dogs, three cats, a hedgehog, and the sound of a great-horned owl hooting from the yard. As festive as it gets.
And then there was Christmas day, there were outdoor adventures, there was skiing on skiing on skiing and rock climbing and a glorious winter expedition. And most importantly, I was able to sleep intermittently throughout every day, and slowly felt much-needed energy returning with much-needed rest.