We’ve just arrived home after another night on the train, preceded by two nights in Italy, preceded by a previous night on the train. Things have steadily improved since that first night on the train, but the best night of our holidays will likely be tonight, at home sweet sweet home.
Italy is fantastic and visiting family is wonderful, but I now realize why the ‘stressed-out anxiety of family holidays=hilarity’ subgenre of film resonates with so many people: It’s so nice to laugh when you’re not involved. When you are involved, it’s mostly just tiring. Especially if you have to sleep on a train on either side of those holidays.
Of course, it was also filled with drinks and laughter and presents and much delicious food, but mostly it’s good to be home again.
Here’s to the holidays!
