It’s been years since we’ve been home for the Christmas holiday. Years since we braved the airports and years since we’ve had the money to fly our family home for the holidays. In fact, only my oldest who is now nine has ever been home for the holidays. My daughter was really too… Read More Grieving when you have small children
After spending nearly more than a decade far from family for Thanksgiving, I would have expected myself to have attended more “friends”givings. I helped host one in college…although, I do have to admit some of my soon to be in-laws did share it with us. And I had my second friendsgiving this past weekend. Since… Read More Friendsgiving and Receiving Thanks
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We’ve celebrated countless Thanksgiving and Christmas far from our family for over a decade now. Over those years, many holidays were happily celebrated with only myself and my husband or us and our small children. But I, also, longed to be celebrating with my family and a stuffed house many of those… Read More Celebrating the Holidays Far from Family
This post contains affiliate links. For more information, please read my disclosure policy. Thank you for supporting Far From Family! This weekend, I’ve done something I’ve never done before. I’ve even lamented those that have done the very exact same thing. I’ve posted scathing facebook posts on the holiday creep that happens… Read More Yes, I’m guilty of Christmas Creep
Living far from your parents keeps them in suspended animation until you see them next. It’s the same idea as when you were growing up and your aunt, uncle, friends mother, old teacher would comment how BIG you had grown. Except it is not how BIG your parents have grown but how much they… Read More Surprised by a new frailty
My children will tell you we were homeless. I prefer to say we were displaced. For 42 days this past summer, our home base was our car. Everything else was crammed in our storage unit or in a friend’s garage. Sometimes, even the best laid plans fall through and you are left scrambling. We… Read More Extended House Guests: Thriving not Surviving