Happy Holidays from the Vassiliou’s
I was fairly certain as an adult I would never write a holiday letter to friends and family. Once I became a mother I was positive I never would. Yet here you are, reading a holiday letter from me and the kids. Hell has officially frozen over.
Our year has been so exciting, and with so much change, I couldn’t resist sharing it with everyone in this dreaded fashion. The first half of our year was pretty much ops normal, living in Connecticut…wanting to get out. In June a position at KUA opened up and I applied. By the end of July we suddenly found ourselves scrambling to throw everything away pack up the house, get schools lined up, and searching for a place to live in New Hampshire. We only had three weeks to get everything done, resulting in a two week camping excursion, more grey hair for me, missing house hold items, and having to get rid of one cat. Perhaps the hardest part. Although I don’t mind not having to scoop as much poop.
Regardless of the mass chaos that ensued, we were settled in to the world’s smallest two bedroom condo our new house and well on our way to what have become our happiest days yet!
I want to thank everyone who helped, in every way possible, to make this dream a reality. Love and thanks especially to Seth Campbell, Gillian and Pam Frothingham, the one who chooses to remain anonymous, Joe McDaniel, Kim Simon, and my ever supportive parents. Without all of you, this move wouldn’t have been possible.
The Plainfield area had a rush of new families moving to the area this summer, resulting in a fresh and crazy wonderful community. We have found our little group of people who will tolerate us niche, and have adapted nicely aside from the occasional rocking in a corner.
May you all be blessed in the year to come and may happiness find you always.
Love and giggles,
Brandi, Theo, & Pheobe
4 thoughts on “Happy Holidays from The Vassiliou’s”
Merry Christmas. Go Yankees
So Happy for you!
I share your same feelings about holiday letters. I get one were the writer gives me a month-by-month account of the events of their life. “Jimmy got new shoes in Sept. as he prepared for school.” Thus, a letter like yours I’d welcome.
Sounds like your move was like ours three years ago. But, as Tim Gunn professes, you made it work. I’m so happy for you. I’m glad things are working out. Your job may not be all you wanted but it keeps the bills paid and stuff.
Hang in there, honey. And I hope we can hook up soon.