Well, I'm back.
Christmas was weird. Mom, Ian and I opened gifts and watched Oskar, who is now deaf and mostly blind, sniff around. Then we went to Grandma's, where my aunt freaked out because we were 10 minutes late. We ate roast beef, corn, mashed potatoes, stuffing, applesauce and pie, all the while trying to explain to Grandma who we were. Ian made up something about embroidering the tablecloth himself. Grandma believed him. Then we adjourned to the living room to open gifts, and Ian set fire to his jeans in a miscalculated attempt to burn the fuzzies off his socks. Ah, tradition.
Let me make something perfectly clear: I never, ever want to go back to Pennsylvania for Christmas.
You really can't go home again.
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Read my article, Better Writing Through Design, on No. 242 of A List Apart.