The past few months, blogging has escaped me. I wish it hadn't, but it happens and now here I am. It's February now, one of the calmest months of the year, and I'm starting to find the time to dedicate to this space because it is such a true part of me and my little life. As the days get dark early, there's nothing better than sitting down in the evenings with a glass of red wine and a candle burning next to me as I write.
So much has happened throughout these past six or so months that I'm dying to write about and record here, yes, for all of you, but for me too. Let's begin back in fall.
We escaped to California for the most wonderful extended vacation, one we had been looking forward to for many months. It was needed, too. Hobson had just begun a new job, a nice career step for him, and I was in the midst of a job that I really didn't love. So to get away from it all was relieving. California will get its own blog post (or many, because I have hundreds and hundreds of photos), but here were the highlights.
It was a fun-filled few weeks of spending time with my dad's family, whom are scattered all over the country. It was the first time all four siblings were together in almost ten years, so it was extra special. The amount of laughs and forever memories made in those days back in October are too numerous to count. We drank and ate and played games late into the night. We danced the night away at my cousin's beautiful wedding. We enjoyed a sunset picnic in Palos Verdes, where, on a cliff overlooking the Pacific with my entire family surrounding us, my love got down on one knee and asked me to spend forever with him. It was nothing short of perfect.
After we left the LA area, we drove up the PCH, exploring the Santa Monica Mountains, beautiful Santa Barbara, Solvang, Pismo Beach, Morro Bay, San Simeon, all of Big Sur, Carmel and the Monterey Peninsula, Santa Cruz and the Redwoods, Half Moon Bay, and finally landed in San Francisco. I fell in love with the feeling of anticipation, not knowing what was around the next bend. Those days were filled with such beauty and such carefree memories, that I wish I could do it all over again. There's not a day that goes by when I am not dreaming of those moments. They were indescribable.
We returned home, back to our jobs, back to our pups, whom we truly had missed. It was a tough few weeks post-vacation for me though, as my heart was yearning so badly for California and all that came with it. But I grabbed hold of the good moments, the gorgeous engagement party that my family threw for Hobson and I, Thanksgiving celebrations, and many nights with friends.
December brought me a new opportunity. I began a job that truly fits me, and that instantly lifted my spirits. The Safari Collective saw a good holiday season, we celebrated Christmas with our families, and rang in the New Year in Vermont.
We hit a speedbump back on December 5th, though, when our Zooey was hit by a car. Thankfully, she escaped with just a few bad injuries, but those were the scariest of moments that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. She's back to her normal crazy self now, and we are very grateful. Since we became puppy parents, we've heard a great deal from many about how ridiculous we are for comparing our pups to human children. The thing is, I get it. I know it is different, but it doesn't mean we love them any less. The truth is, those two pups of ours, I would do anything for. They are my best friends and the way they love is the greatest gift. I'm not sure what us humans did to deserve their love and loyalty, but I'm not going to question it. They make me laugh every single day, and I know without a doubt that our life would be much less joyful without them in it. So there.
Anyway, January was slow, as January's usually are. Slow but good. We were able to do some projects around the house and knock off some wedding planning. Now here we are, ten days into February. I'm very close to being at that point when spring is all I can think about, but I'm not quite there yet. I love winter. I love the snow, but in a couple of weeks when March rolls in, I'll be full-on yearning for spring.
We're mostly staying quiet here in February, too. Resting, baking, enjoying lots of walks.
So there's that. Six-ish months of my life in one blog post.