The last time I talked about 2017 I called it “a real shitbag” so that’s pretty much how I feel about that. But this particular thing has always been about embracing the things that shook up the day-to-day rhythms. In 2017, the travels were the good things.
Like:
Flying solo cross-country to meet up with a dozen other moms and toddlers. (“Are you all friends who decided to get pregnant at the same time?” “Not exactly.”)
Putting our Vancouver “progressive eating” philosophy into action with a toddler in tow. (The sequence: happy hour, then dinner, then bedtime, then dessert.)
Feeding. Freaking. Reindeer.
And the little stuff: like lots of time at my parents’ place, in “‘Noma,” which — not to put too fine a point on it — magically survived.
2017: magically, we survived.
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Year in Cities 2017
Altadena, CA
SF, CA*
Santa Rosa, CA*
Aviemore, Scotland
Edinburgh, Scotland*
Glasgow, Scotland
Vancouver, BC
Atlanta, GA
Ann Arbor, MI
Frankfort, MI
Las Vegas, NV
A plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean
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About Year in Cities: All listed cities are those in which I spent at least one night between January 1, 2017, and December 31, 2017, with * denoting those cities in which I spent multiple non-consecutive nights. 2009 here, 2010 here, 2011 here, 2012 here, 2013 here, 2014 here, 2015 here, 2016 here. This is all Lydia‘s fault, via long-ago Kottke, and I thank her for bringing it to my attention.
I always love reading this post. And yes, 2017 was a shitbag.