Back from Cuba!

Well, needless to say, it saddens me to unpack and put away my sandals, swimsuits and all those colorful sun dresses - thus marking the conclusion of my first vacation to the South with V and also almost the end of 2010 (I'll save the discussion on new year for a little bit later).

It almost seems like a rite of passage for a relationship to go to a beach vacation as a couple. 


 Despite all the beach and the sun and that sad goodbye, I'm still grateful to be finally in the comfort of what I've made in the past year to be some sort of a home. It does feel like home, now - the relief that washes over me as I step into the condo can testify. Heck, I can even say that the relief started when the plane touched the ground at Pearson. The return to civilization, readily available hot water, limitless supply of asian food and then spending a wonderful Christmas Day with what every person living by themselves far from their family must find - an adoptive Christmas Family. Harry Potter had Ron's family, and I have V's family once again this year... Turkey, champagne, gifts and great company.

So here I am, in my new pajamas, freshly out of my hot shower, perfectly content to be back from Cuba.