I wash dishes a lot and chip in for groceries.
My sister feeds me and makes my bed while I'm gone.
Not sure Jane Austen would consider my efforts sufficient ...
Jane aside, it's been really nice (my sister and I are 12.5 years apart in age) to have people who care how you're doing there at the end of the day and it's meant I've been able to fly home weekends. They say you don't appreciate what you have till it's gone. Happily, my family isn't gone, they're actually very supportive but I appreciate them, and what a tight unit we are, far more than ever before. I miss them all the time and have a whole new appreciation for why people don't choose to make big life changes like this. I think I used to think I was very durable but I'm starting to think maybe I was a bit
cavillier? I also forgot how exhausting it is to start a new job. It's been a while. I've certainly found a new appreciation for living in the present.
With any luck this will be over soon. Aa I write this I'm flying back to Boston (where we're supposed to get 4-6 inches of snow) so I will publish it when I land. Here's what I've been knitting on the planes for the last month. While listening to Jane Eyre.
And here's a shot out my window.