1. Happy memories of Thanksgiving 2008, which we shared with the Dukes in Aberdeen.
2. My Scottish writing group, Lemon Tree Writers.
3. The Starbucks on Union Street.
4. Lunches with Gillian and Jo.
5. Tunnock's Tea Cakes.
6. The terrible Johnny Cash cover band that played in front of Marks and Spencer nearly every weekend.
7. The Quinny Buzz.
8. Double Decker Buses.
9. My lovely Scottish butcher.
10. Glasgow's Kelvingrove Museum
11. That dram of Oban I drank at The World's End in Edinburgh.
12. The epic Highlands Outlander tour that Amy and I took.
13. Julie and Patty's amazing UK extravaganza, but most importantly, our incredible adventures in London.
14. That we never have to move across the Atlantic again (fingers crossed).
15. For the anonymous woman who took Gus for the last hour of our international flight home, pretending not to mind when he gnawed on her string of black pearls.
16. The unbelievable generosity of family.
17. Dr. Mario on Wii (Hi Julie).
18. Muddy Buddies.
19. Trivial Pursuit.
20. My iphone.
21. Girl's Camping Trips.
22. Bastille Day.
23. The time when Celeste said, "I love my sleep number bed... I wish I had a sleep number life!"
24. Powell's Bookstore.
25. Julie's Prime Rib at Christmas.
26. Cinnamon scented candles.
27. DVR.
28. Eggnog by itself.
29. Eggnog in coffee.
30. Eggnog with Bourbon.
31. Moleskin journals.
32. That my health problems are largely imaginary.
33. Taylor Boulware, for introducing me to really addictive and wonderful TV shows.
34. Science Fiction.
35. Road trips where I never have to drive.
36. That I survived the Alcan Road Trip.
37. Hummus.
38. My faux-Creuset Martha Stewart cast iron pot.
39. When Jack Donaghy says, "Never go with a hippie to a second location."
40. The transformative nature of snow.
41. Wet baby eyelashes.
42. The way Sam says, "Nothin' Puddin'."
43. Me and Gusser's red Julie blankets.
44. My friends who still love me, even when I screen their calls.
45. Muscle memory.
46. The unconditional love of my amazing, hand-picked godparents.
47. Outside.
48. How Julie says, "Whatever," and Patty says, "You're fired."
49. Fluff of any color.
50. My sister, without whom the world makes no sense at all.
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After spending 2 years living on the rugged coast of Northeastern Scotland, a job now takes us to Fairbanks Alaska. Originally from Oregon, I am a writer, a mother, an aspiring frontier woman, a nostalgia junkie, and a book addict. I call myself a trailer wife, which refers to the state of a person (most often a woman) who is caught up in the professional trajectory of their spouse. This blog will chronicle my journey between two places I never, ever, imagined I'd call home.
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2 comments:
I'd be happy for my iPhone too if I had one. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll get one for Christmas.
Great list, Christie!
I will always cherish our Highlands trip and our friendship. In fact, I'm researching Scotch right now. . . retirement gift for a coworker!
Love you!
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