In our five years of marriage, our holiday travel schedule has evolved. In the beginning, we’d fly from NYC to Kansas City, stay, visit, rent a car, drive to Oklahoma, stay, visit, turn around and drive back to KC to catch our plane home. Now things are a little less complicated and we’re certainly less travel weary when it’s all said and done….
For those of us that live in Kansas City, the holiday season officially begins with the lighting of the city’s beloved Country Club Plaza. The Plaza, as locals refer to it, is a restaurant, shopping, and entertainment district built with Spanish-style architecture. The lighting ceremony has been a Thanksgiving night tradition for Kansas Citians since 1930. Our own little Times Square ball drop. To take in the lights, take a break, and just spend some time together, Heath and I recently had drinks at Seasons 52 on the Plaza. They always have the best seasonally fresh cocktails, and this time neither the Plaza lights nor my drink disappointed.
I am having a hard time with the fact that Thanksgiving is upon us. Having spent last weekend at what has become an annual Friendsgiving dinner celebration, as well as at a Thanksgiving brunch with some of my great coworkers (there were Thanksgiving carols involved. Yes, that’s right.), I’m a little more mentally prepared. I brought this pumpkin cream pie with coconut-pecan crust over to our Friendsgiving dinner, and let’s just say I hadn’t gotten all the kinks out yet….
I turned 32 this last weekend. And 32 feels strikingly more adult than 31. I can’t really put my finger on it, but there is a definite difference, I’m sure of it. Maybe it comes with feeling more settled, not so transient anymore. Having come back to my roots a couple years ago, I finally feel home again. We have great friends, family, and co-workers here. A house that we can call ours (with stuff on the walls!)….
The arrival of fall this week has had me daydreaming of NYC. In grad school, I would walk during the autumn months from my tiny studio on the Upper East Side of Manhattan across Central Park, to the Upper West Side for class. I was finding my way in the city at that time, and this ritual let me soak in my new surroundings. The park and its changing colors provided calm from the constant hustle and bustle. This was fall….
Scones. To me they scream, “Come on, sit down, take a break, have some tea.” My school year schedule is back to full warp speed. Coaching, work, orchestra rehearsals, swim meets. These days my favorite ritual to decompress is finding new podcasts and listening while baking. Hearing stories about what makes people tick; their passions, their struggles, their loves, and everything in between, is grounding and inspirational. Human beings are pretty incredible, aren’t they?