Christmas in NYC

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Lindsay and I have so much travel scheduled over the next few months, that we just couldn’t swing it. For the first time in our lives, we did not go “home” for Christmas. And while this was our third Christmas in the city, it was our first Christmas in the city.

We decided to get a tree. Like, a real one. Here it is strapped to our car.

O wait, that’s not a car. That would be my person. For like, ten blocks.

Why. How.

Why

Believe it or not, I actually began to miss my students. I waited through September and October and then I just had to go back. I know, I know… I don’t have a temperature and I haven’t been smoking anything. Forty hours a week with them might have been a little too much of a good thing. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

I had no idea.