I still feel this way, though this will be our third Christmas aboard Osprey, and we’ll be spending it farther than ever from the places that my wandering heart calls home. But like everything we do out here, the farther we go, the more we learn about ourselves and how we see the world. Our first Christmas aboard, we bought a little artificial tree—something I swore that I’d never do—with colored lights already attached. We set it up out in the cockpit, and when we plugged it in for the first time and the lights came on, we all cheered. Then we trimmed it with the few ornaments that we’d been able to pack into two meager cigar boxes, and it was all over so fast that my daughter cried. “It’s supposed to take longer,” she said.