There's nobody at the grocery store.
Or the gas station.
This is what it's like when a town of 10,000 all year residents says goodbye to 20,000 students for the winter break.
But it's not all bad. Shoes and I move easily from family member to family mber's house for the holiday. I have hardly any appointments on my schedule for next week. I have the chance to have s leisurely conversation with Jen at the yarn store about why my cowl is bunching up.
We're settling in, which is odd. But welcome, too. It's time.