There’s a particular whiplash that hits when you come home after a trip: you go from airports and schedules and “holiday mode” straight back into your own driveway, your own couch, your own to-do list—like the universe flipping a light switch.
This year the landing was actually…good. Quiet, a little nerdy, a little cozy. The kind of post-Christmas decompression I always think I want, and then forget to actually allow myself.
Dec 27: Rob’s House-Sitting Wrap-up
Rob had been holding down the fort while I was gone, so my first night back was basically: re-entry + catching up + tinkering.
We did what we always do when we’re left unattended:
- a little AI poking and prodding
- a little web project noodling
- a lot of “wait—what if we try this”
And somewhere in there I started the gift-wrapping marathon, because that’s the part of Christmas I never do early enough. I wrapped, re-wrapped, hunted for tape, lost scissors, found scissors, and swore at at least one piece of paper that refused to behave.
(Also: yes, there was a side quest in the mix… but that’s a story for the next post.)
I’m glad you had a safe trip, and the decompression time is essential. It looks like you had a lovely continuation of your holiday and received some cool things! It certainly sounds better than being stranded at an airport and having to go to work the next day!
This post is my favorite.