The polar vortex that brought MN to the -20s (and the rest of the country to record lows) may be returning to its natural home, but the cold isn’t letting up here anytime soon. That is why we are happy that sweatshirts are chic and that is why we live in velvet and corduroy pants. That is also why, when we hear the temperature will raise to 30F this weekend, we celebrate and maybe go gallivanting in short sleeves.
I’m beginning to love making short videos of my travels and learning how to make them better. It makes it easy to look back on a vacation without clicking through a ton of photos on Facebook or flipping through my incomplete scrapbooks. Here’s one I made of my December trip to London – and if you’re sick of hearing about it, then yahoo! This is the last London post. Back to real life…
Song is obviously not my own but loaned from the kind Mumford folk.
Already a few days into January and I’m stepping back into 2013. My December started with the loss of sweet Sunflower – she was my family’s first pet and the one who opened our hearts to the doggy world. I spent her last days by her bedside and enjoying a snowfall with her. Letting go of a pet who has been around since I was in the eighth grade was a lot more heart-wrenching than I thought possible and makes me nervous for future grief. (I’m a worrier…) Then it was off to London, where everything took over my brain and made the grief a little easier to bear. When I returned, I found out it was Christmastime and that I had family and friends to see and celebrations to enjoy. Recapping each month is bittersweet – it reminds me that the days are long, but the years are short. There’s no doubt that 2014 will have its share of happiness, laughter, love, loss, pain, and disappointment. I just hope to make the good moments last.
Our last couple of days in England were arguably the best. By then, we had gotten familiar with the traffic, trains, currency, and accents and could walk to our flat with our eyes closed. We headed to Old Spitalfields Market on Thursday for an antiques market, where we purchased vintage prints, dishes and jewelry. Zeb and I hopped a train to Leigh-On-Sea to meet Anna and Gemma, two Instafriends I’ve been conversing with for the past two years. They took us to the seaside, where the air was invigorating and crisp. Then we drove (our first time in a car!) to Anna’s place, where the loveliest afternoon tea was set up. We met her son, George, who was an absolute riot – he insisted on us having a disco so he could throw candy prizes at us. I think my future children ought to have British accents.
We ended our trip in London with a visit to the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, Shad Thames, Borough Market, Shakespeare’s Globe and Carnaby Street. About seven miles and four pairs of exhausted feet later, we were back at our flat, packing up to head home.
This song isn’t brand new, but since I just discovered it and fell in love with it, here it is: