juushika | This trip home, in one run-on sentence. I'm tired.

Going back to Portland tomorrow morning and thank goodness for that—this has been a good trip but it's also the trip that would not end: picked up by family, picked up sister, went out to sub-par Thai (but par is pretty high these days) and good coffee, went home; blueberry pancake breakfast with family, followed by tree decorating, stayed through dinner; one down day and then the first night of Hanukkah, Hanukkah gifts and latkes, opened Christmas gifts from my family as well since I'll be away on the 25th; a day for running errands as we bought a train ticket and then exchanged a Christmas gift for one which better suits me, and now I'm skipping out on my father's birthday dessert because I'm just so tired. I've been sleeping more and better here than I had been for a few weeks, and Devon has been remarkable, supportive and calming and helpful, but I'm tired, I'm just tired. Portland will be calmer—Dee and I have about a day of overlap, and then she journeys north to spend Christmas with her family. A few days home alone, just me and the creatures, will be a blessing. But there's still unfinished insurance stuff which didn't get taken care of here, and gifts for my family, and I know that yes, most of these are ultimately good things and yes, the holidays are stressful almost by definition; I have so many complaints, but they're nothing remarkable. Still. I'm tired.