The first if only Christmas without my family…
As I am writing this, it is almost 1 in the morning in Seattle on Christmas Day. I remember as a kid back when I lived in a small green house in Virginia on a familiar hill. Sleigh riding with my sisters and playing in the powdery snow until our noses and cheeks were rosy. Tradition, my little sister and I would sleep right next to the Christmas tree on the eve. Back then, the tree was always real, and I could smell the pine in my dreams. The colorful changing of the lights on the tree would put my sister and I to sleep.
What did I do this Christmas?
I had breakfast among good people this morning. Omelets, a sweet potato concoction that can only be described as a goulash made by my wonderful neighbor, Karen; fresh fruit, almonds, and some cranberry mystery bread with strawberry jam. Great conversations and wit flying across the breakfast picnic we ate, cross-legged in her kitchen floor with the sun bursting through fogged windows. Afterward, three cups of hot chocolate, some more laughs laced with goodbyes. Sinatra playing in the background with his merrily pleasant and whirling vocals, I met my slippers at the door and said farewell to my neighbor; Merry Christmas. My cousin and I then went back to my apartment and shut the door.
Discovering a cute café 1.2.3 steps away from my apartment. Café 123 is it’s name and how quaint and cutesy! However, I think if I lived in a storybook life, say like Little BoPeep, her sheep, or Little Miss Muffet and her gosh-darn spider and dare I say…Alice with her epic wonderland? The decorative taste was a bit too busy for me. The walls were all white with what looked like the Muppet babies, Disney, and Aesop’s tales fornicated and gave birth to a caffeinated cutesy monster…3 steps away from my house! YEAH! My cousin and I had a blueberry muffin each and coffee then walked around exploring my neighborhood until our legs went numb up to our knees. We found a stationary shop that was open –HALLELUJAH!- and bought some stationary for letters. So those of you, who gave me your address, look to the west in 7 days and then check your mailbox (that was my odd attempt to mimic Gandalf, nerd, I know...haha). So now that I have caught you up to speed on how my lovely, calm, and uneventful Christmas went, I hope you all have a wonderfully charmed Christmas Day. Seeing as how it will be happening soon.
Now, I am going ice-skating in Olympic Park, right by my apartment…the Olympics were apparently there in 1988. HA! Who knew.
Happy Holidays with love,
Jenn
P.S. I drew this on my chalkboard at work. haha.
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