While other people are spending January 1st, watching football, nursing hangovers, starting off on New Year Resolutions and cleaning up after the holidays--I am getting ready to fly back to Sofia.  I am doing laundry, buying a few last-minute things (headphones, airplane snacks, virus protection and books for my kindle), cleaning up my room, drinking a beer with my dAd while watching a little bit of the Rose Bowl (a New Year's day football tradition) and trying to get everything back into my suitcase.

So I am not doing any year end-review business like my top posts, best photos or most memorable moments nor am I writing any resolutions or welcome 2010 posts. I figure that there will be time to do this latter. And luckily for me it gives me a little bit more time to consider my 2010 resolutions.

Oh, I've also been fighting with my dAd about the year 2010. How's a girl to say this date: two-thousand and ten or twenty-ten?<!--more-->

Aside from this current debate over the date, I am focused on the business of getting back to Sofia.  I fly out of Walla Walla tomorrow morning and I'll arrive in Sofia on Sunday night (not so bad, considering).  I am trying to get what I need and leave the rest. It's been a challenge in my life. I like to collect things.  I think I might even have a collecting gene my dAd after all owns an antique store but I am trying to live more simply and to rely as little as possible on things.  This time though I've double checked that I am bring pants home with me. After my surprise this summer where I only got back to Sofia with one pair--this is high on my "to-double-check-list."

Anyhow, it's been a great holiday season and I am glad that I made it back to the States and I am glad I was able to check in with so many friends and a large part of my extended family.  Truth be told, I am kind of ready to get back to my life in Sofia.  I've been thinking about what I'll be teaching on Monday and hoping that I have all of the photocopies I need.  I've been thinking about the travel I want to do in Bulgaria (and around Europe) and when I'll have a chance to do it.  And I am anxious to get back to my apartment and my friends in Sofia.

Home again, home again jiggity, jig (thank-you Mother Goose).