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So, my family tree. My mother’s parents immigrated to the US from Germany in the 1950s. My mom and her brother were born in California, where I was born, too. My uncle returned to Germany after college, got married, and had two kids. One of those kids was adopted from Russia (and has triple citizenship, the lucky dog); the other now lives in London. Both my brother and I inherited that side of the family’s wanderlust, which is why until a couple years ago, when it came time for me to cool my heels, everything I owned (aside from a shedful of books at my parents’ house) fit into three suitcases. It’s also why it felt totally natural for me to spread my family out further. My wife’s an Icelander, born and bred, as are all my in-laws. Well, except for the handful that live in Norway.
Holidays are complicated.