My time wintering wasn’t what I expected.  I had visions of hygge-licious days filled with soft light, warm blankets, good books, puppy snuggles, and naps.

 There was some of all those things. And there was a lot of work. For sure, there were moments of joy, but the time was not entirely enjoyable. Sprinkled amidst periods of contentment were moments of grief because this time wasn’t unfolding as I had imagined.