Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. In particular, I love being at my grandmother's house with my very large and loud Panamanian family. I love everything about this house... the way it smells when I walk in the door, the clocks that all tell different times, my grandmother's semi-broken English and hilarious conversations with her, the painting she made of my grandfather when he was young and they first got married, his old old old suede chair... there is so much history in this house. They moved in in 1961, when my father was 9 years old. This is the only house I've ever known and associated with my family. I see my cousins growing up in this house around the holidays and it makes me a little sad knowing that they won't get to know the grandfather I knew... sneaking us Circus Peanuts before dinner, pouring milk for our cereal, yelling at us if we came down the stairs and didn't use the handrail, giving us batteries from his old office desk for our new presents on Christmas morning. But such is life. It goes on with or without you.

Despite enjoying my holiday season with my grandmother, 8 aunts and uncles, 20+ cousins, and my M&D and sister (although she had to work on Christmas Day booo), I am MORE than ready to come home to Ann Arbor. I need to be back in my apartment and my bed and my kitchen and my bathroom and all of that. I need to get back to reality.
I've accomplished very little work during the break, which is bad, because I am teaching on the 3rd and have NO idea what my lesson plan will entail.
Dear God, please let me find a good(?) movie about Darfur to show. Thanks. Love, Caroline.
