If you're wondering what I'm doing right now (and I know you are), here it is:
My brother-in-law is working late and my sister is having a Girl's Night, so the kids and I are eating candy canes and watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas. (And I am taking surreptitious pictures of them with my webcam.) Dono likes to periodically exclaim, "He mean!" Yes Dono, I believe that is the general impression they were trying to get across.
Two weeks from tomorrow, I'll be leaving Colorado to go home for Christmas. Two weeks after that, I'll be packing up my worldly possessions and moving to New York City to start my full-on, seriously, for-reals-this-time adult life. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? Not at all. But I do know that I have been waiting for this for a year, and I am terrified and excited all at the same time. I think Pam Beesly put it best when she said, "I don't think it's many little girls' dream to be a receptionist." And while I am apparently an utterly fantastic receptionist, as the temp agency likes to remind me constantly (seriously, is answering the phone something that is particularly difficult for a lot of people?), I look forward to a time when I will get to use my actual skills and maybe even my creative ideas in my career. I'm under no delusions that this will happen as soon as I move to New York, but I feel like it's at least a step in the right direction, you know?
And when I'm paying exorbitant amounts of money for rent and food, I will be able to look back on these three months in Colorado with fondness, when my cost of living wasn't much more than a night or two a week of making macaroni and cheese, playing Hungry Hungry Hippos, and watching an episode of The Backyardigans with two little redheaded hooligans.