Postcards from Ithaca, New York

One thing I’ve realized, when it comes to my blog, is that I get hung up on capturing the ‘perfect photo.’ While I started this platform as a way to get my writing out there, I’ve quickly realized that the visual aspect is just as important to people. Now, that’s all well and good, but sometimes I think it’s important to simplify things and capture memories without worrying about the ascetic effect. That being said, I wanted to share some ‘travel snapshot’ from my recent trip to Ithaca, New York- a few unedited memories that mean a lot to me.

Right before the New Year, my dad, sister, and I finally had the chance to visit my grandparents in Ithaca for a short time. We were there a total of two days and unfortunately, the weather was pretty darn cold. We got outside as much as possible, but did plenty of indoor activities as well. It was so important to me that we went on this trip to see my grandparents, even if it was for just a short time. No matter how far you have to travel, no matter how little time you have, seeing family is always worth it.

Because of the chilly winter temperatures, we ended up spending a lot of time indoors. I discovered a new love for crosswords puzzles (and that while I think I’m pretty smart, I can never finish them alone). I also discovered I lose every game I try to play. However, my family has great fun watching me struggle. There were many jokes and lots of laughter shared in the 48 hours we had together.

I can’t tell you the last time there was decent snow when we were visiting my grandparents. Luckily, one day we were there it reached a balmy 20 degrees. Needing to get outside, my sister and I grabbed our dad’s old Flexible Flyers. We hit a hill over on the Cornell campus where we’ve been sledding since we were little. However, we hadn’t been back in a few years. Let me tell you, I forgot how terrifying sledding is. The hill was CRAZY steep. My sister mentioned how surprised she was that I went down so willingly; I’m normally the more cautious of the two of us. I guess it just felt familiar and right. Sledding is so much fun, and definitely one of my favorite winter activities at the moment. Plus, running back up that hill is a workout in itself.

As I get older, and as my grandparents get older, I truly understand how precious our time together is. Even the simple act of being in each others’ company means so much. I wouldn’t have traded these short couple days for anything. I can’t wait until the next time we travel back to visit.

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